All Chapters of The Devil's Wedding Ring : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

It contained my father’s financial dealings with the most powerful men in the country. My jaw dropped as I read the entries. The amounts were staggering, millions, tens of millions, moving between offshore accounts with dizzying frequency.It appeared my father was the architect of a massive slush fund, managing and laundering illegal money for politicians and corporate giants under the guise of real estate development and management. He wasn't just a businessman, he was a gatekeeper for the elite’s darkest secrets.And then, I saw it.**Cillian Montgomery.**The name was unmistakable, written in my father’s elegant script. There were detailed records of transactions, meetings, and holdings. My father hadn't just known Cillian, he had worked intimately with him.I flipped past, my eyes skimming through names of senators, celebrities, and prominent philanthropists. I felt sick. If he worked with all these powerful people, how did they allow him to be destroyed? How could they let him b

Why was I bothered? Why did the image of him leaning over someone else, wearing that same predatory yet beautiful smile, feel like a cruel weight in my stomach? He was the man who had bruised my neck. He was the man who had treated my trauma like a leverage point. I should be celebrating that he was someone else’s problem now.So why didn't I sign those papers? Why did I rip them into a thousand pieces instead of taking the money and running as far as my legs could carry me? Was it truly just my wounded pride? Or was it because of those traitorous, lingering thoughts of the man he used to be...or the man I had hallucinated him to be? I remembered the rare moments when his face had softened, when he had looked at me with something that felt dangerously like warmth. Those moments when he faked it all to me, the fake niceness towards me.My teeth ground together, the pressure sending a dull ache through my jaw. I didn't think I would ever be truly happy if Cillian came out of this journ

"Hello, Sarah. Can we meet?"I spoke the words into the receiver as the first grey light of dawn began to bleed through the dusty curtains of my father's study. On the other end, there was a sharp intake of breath. The silence stretched for a heartbeat too long before she found her voice."Val? Oh my God, Val. Are you finally ready to talk to me?""I'm ready," I said, my voice as cold and flat as a winter lake. "Meet me at our usual spot. The café we used to frequent when I was still acting. If you still remember it.""Of course I remember. I’ll be there. I’ll be right there."I hung up before she could say another word.Daniel had left only an hour prior, his face etched with a mixture of exhaustion and grim satisfaction. Before he walked out the door, he had briefed me on the sheer scale of the corruption I held in my hands about the slush funds. The slush funds weren't just a few local accounts, they were a global network...Germany, Singapore, the Cayman Islands. My father had man

 “Neither are you.” The words flew out of me like a gunshot and she froze. For one sharp second, the rage in her face vanished, replaced by naked shock. Then her eyes narrowed, she was trying to calculate. Trying to figure out what I knew. Trying to decide whether to lie. I laughed a harsh, ugly sound that made the people at the next table glance over nervously. “Oh, look at you,” I spat. “That face right there. You’re scared.” “I’m not scared,” she hissed. “Yes, you are.” I leaned across the table, my voice shaking with rage. “You’re terrified because you thought I’d stay stupid forever. You thought I’d never find out.” Her jaw clenched, “You don’t know anything.” I laughed louder. “I know enough.&rdq

 The cops pulled my hands behind my back. “She attacked me!” Sarah repeated. I laughed, “Really?” I spat. “Now you cry?” The officer shoved me toward the door. Outside, flashing lights reflected off the restaurant windows. And all around us, cameras. More cameras. Reporters already gathering, phones filming every second. “Film me!” I shouted at them. The officers tried to force me forward, but I twisted enough to face the cameras. “Go on!” I yelled. “I know all of you missed me!” The cameras flashed rapidly, “You’ve all been starving for my story, haven’t you?” I screamed. "Don't worry, I will have enough to feed you all from today henceforth! I will tell you all what really happened to my