All Chapters of The Devil's Wedding Ring : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty

The room went deathly silent. The lawyers stared at the screen, the complexity of the web finally beginning to unravel. I was about to speak again when my phone began to vibrate on the table.The caller ID made the hair on my arms stand up.**MR. MONTGOMERY.**I looked at the screen, then at the room full of lawyers. I picked up the phone and showed it to Gregory."I guess he finally understands that I mean business," I whispered, my voice sounding louder than I intended in the vacuum of the conference room. "And I guess he’s realized that this isn't ending until someone is in a cage."I tapped a few keys on my device and pulled up a PDF, sliding it toward Gregory. "Mr. Montgomery is Cillian's biological father," I announced. It was a DNA test I had surreptitiously run weeks ago, utilizing a stray hair and a discarded glass. The shock on Greg’s face was palpable, the implications for the inheritance and the shell companies were astronomical."All you have to do is stir up the entire

Chapter One Hundred and Forty One

"I don't think Samson would be interested to hear it, nor would the rest of the crew members," I continued, my voice smooth as silk but laced with a poison they could all taste."I think the lead role just became available," I whispered, my smile cold and bright under the sterile fluorescent lights. "Don't you agree, Khalid?"I didn't wait for his answer. I tucked the heavy script under my arm and turned toward the door, my heels clicking a sharp, final rhythm against the floor. "Send the contract to the Gregs Law Firm by five. My lawyer will review the terms personally.""Khalid, say something!" Samson’s voice exploded behind me, raw with disbelief. "We already have a lead! You can't suddenly hand it over to her when she just crawled out of the woodwork...""Samson, that's enough!" Khalid’s voice was uncharacteristically sharp, cutting through the director's protest. "She... she actually fits the role quite well.""Khalid!" The production manager, Miss Wilson, stepped forward, her ey

Chapter One Hundred and Forty two

"For what reason? To change the narrative? Just like you’ve been doing so clumsily for the past two days?" He gestured vaguely toward the window, as if the entire internet were visible just outside."That clumsiness will soon become a truth that will benefit you just as much as it benefits me," I replied. I reached out, tapping the cover of the script with a perfectly manicured nail. "Have you thought about the sheer volume of revenue you could earn with me? People don't just want to watch movies anymore, Khalid. They want to watch *scandal*. They want to watch the woman the world branded a murderer prove them all wrong on the silver screen. You aren't just selling a movie; you're selling the most anticipated comeback in the history of cinema."Khalid let out a long, shaky breath, his eyes lingering on the script. He was a businessman, and despite his fear, I could see the greed beginning to battle with his self-preservation."If I do this," he whispered, "and it fails... I lose every

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three

4. **@BoutiqueBabe_:** "Sarah sounds so exhausted. You can tell she’s heartbroken that her best friend is attacking her like this. Imagine your sister accusing you of sleeping with her husband just to cover up her own mental breakdown. Valerie, give it up. We all see through the eccentric act now." 5. **@RealityBitesBack:** "Is anyone else caught on the background comment? Sarah said Valerie found out the grave truth about our background. Does that confirm the adoption/biological daughter rumor? If Valerie found out she was adopted and Sarah was the real heir, that’s a MASSIVE motive for Valerie to kill the parents. Sarah is the victim here!" 6. **@DeepDive_Diva:** "I’m sorry, but if my best friend married a guy I thought was fishy a day after my boyfriend died, I wouldn't just warn her. I’d be calling the cops. Sarah’s story has some holes. Why did she stay as Valerie’s manager and friend for months after that? If she was so shocked, why stay on the payroll? Something about the Ja

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four

"Whatever you're doing, just stop," Montgomery said the moment we reached the lounge. He didn't wait for me to get comfortable, he remained standing for a heartbeat before sinking into his wingback chair, looking every bit the weary patriarch. "I want you to stop, Valerie. Now.""I'm not going to stop," I replied, my voice steady despite the adrenaline still humming in my ears. I leaned back, clutching my bag, "Not when I'm this close to doing what I should've done a year ago.""It's no longer needed," he snapped, his eyes flashing with a cold, desperate light."It is needed because so many lives are at stake here! For once in your life, Montgomery, defend your dead son over your goddamn reputation!""I don't want the cause of Jaxson's death to come to light to the world," he hissed, leaning forward until we were inches apart. "Don't push it.""Well, guess who's pushing it with the last of her blood? Don't try and stop me because I will make sure I do everything I can until his name i

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Five

**[SLIDE 1: SCREENSHOT]****Jaxson:** Stop being in my DM. I don't want Valerie to think I'm having an affair with you.**Sarah:** What's so wrong about having an affair with me? I'm hotter than her. Why does everyone think she's better than me? Even in my own house, I'm treated like a second fiddle while she's treated like a princess!!**[SLIDE 2: SCREENSHOT]****Jaxson:** She's the love of my life, don't you dare try to hurt her.**Sarah:** Jaxson, seriously, I saw you first and you know it. Why do you keep acting like you really love Valerie?**Jaxson:** I really love Valerie, don't try to twist it.**[SLIDE 3: SCREENSHOT]****Sarah:** Then why did you sleep with me! If you love Valerie, why did you come crying into my room about how she barely gives you attention? She’s too busy being an actress to be the love of your life, Jaxson. She doesn't see you. I do.**Jaxson:** You knew I was drunk! You made a move on me, Sarah. It was a mistake. I regret it every second I look at her.**

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Six

"I'm not even done yet and you're already weeping, Sarah? What happened to the ' best friend who means well? Don't you have a defense video to film? I was waiting for the waterworks. You think I started all this without being prepared for your pathetic denials?""You're a dead woman, Val," she hissed, the mask completely gone now."Even if you begged, Sarah, I wouldn't stop until I see you in a jumpsuit that matches your soul. Keep it coming. I am a lifetime ready for you." I clicked 'end call' before she could get another word in.The adrenaline was a rush, a physical heat that pushed me out of bed. I walked straight to the back of the closet, pulling the suitcase from beneath the layers of coats. My hands were steady as I flipped the latches. I knew there was something else in here...something that would make the morning headlines look like a teaser trailer.Just as my fingers brushed the edge of another SD card, the burner phone in my pocket vibrated. It was Jeff."Tell me you have

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Seven

"And why shouldn't we be doing this?" I asked, my voice flat, devoid of the warmth she was desperately trying to conjure."Because we know each other, we love each other! Val, this is just rage. You're pouring it in the wrong place. The only person you need to get back at is Cillian. I'm your friend, your sister...""Sarah, what are you doing?" I interrupted, a chill running down my spine at her audacity."Val, let's stop all of this. Let's remember how we both started. We were six, Val. We loved each other. We promised to always be there for each other...""And I want you to stop there immediately," I snapped, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the phone. "I really wish you would, because if this is you trying to work your way out of the grave you dug, please think again. Get your lawyers ready. I'm not going to stop until you're in jail."The facade shattered instantly. The "sisterly" warmth evaporated, replaced by a hissed, venomous snarl."You will regret this, Val! I won't let yo

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Eight

It’s almost like a chant that rang everywhere, a rhythmic, digital heartbeat that pulse through my phone and lit up the dark corners of my room. Seeing the glow of the fans lighting up my feed was like watching a sunrise after a year of nuclear winter. They were commenting rapidly, the tide finally, violently turning in my favor.I scrolled through the sea of notifications, 1. **@truthqueen87::** "I am literally crying reading these testimonies. How did we let Sarah convince us that Valerie was the villain? We were all complicit in her trauma. Val, I am so incredibly sorry for every mean thing I ever posted. #JusticeForValerie" 2. **@viraltea:** "The fact that Sarah paid someone to bully her... that’s not a mistake, that’s a personality disorder. If she did that then, she definitely killed Jaxson. We need the real truth now. No more cover-ups!" 3. **@mediajunkie:** "This is the scariest example of a smear campaign I’ve ever seen. We literally watched a victim get torn apart by her

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine

That’s when the door opened and I came in. The air was heavy, thick with the intoxicating memories of a day I could never scrub from my mind, the day I stood in the center of this living room while he was throwing a tantrum, his ego bruised and his temper flaring. Caleb appeared from nowhere, as if he had been haunting his own hallways. "What did you say?" he asked and I didn’t answer immediately. I sized him up with my eyes, noting the way his designer shirt was wrinkled and the sweat beads forming at his hairline.My eyes traveled the entire room, cataloging the expensive art and the cold, modern furniture that felt more like a showroom than a home but looked so identical to Jaxson's, guess it's because of their similarities and their love for baseball. "How did you know?" he asked again, his tone rising. I ignored him, moving with a calculated, leisurely grace toward the couch. I took my place, crossing my legs and leaning back as if I were the one hosting the meeting."You have

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