All Chapters of The Devil's Wedding Ring : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"Oh, that’s my sister, and I don’t think she would love to join us," Francis said as he glanced back at the black sedan."Are you sure about that?" I asked again. Our eyes met through the windshield, and she seemed absolutely dumbstruck, her mouth slightly agape as she recognized my face. The shock of seeing the woman currently dominating every news cycle and social media feed in the country was written clearly across her features.I smiled quietly towards her. "Of course I’m sure," he insisted, a weary shadow passing over his face. "She can wait. I don’t think she even wants to see me right now. We were... having a moment. A loud one."I nodded, choosing not to pry. Whatever had happened in that car, whatever fueled the distraction that led him to collide with my rear bumper was clearly deep-seated and raw. We left the idle vehicles and the frustrated honking of the traffic jam behind, walking into the small, quiet cafe perched just off the main road.The bell above the door gave a

"Oh, Val, you're always so dramatic," Sarah laughed, leaning back in the chair. "I heard you were coming to visit our father’s old friend, and I thought, why should you have to navigate all this boring legal talk alone? After all, we’re family. And family should always be there to witness the reading of the will, don't you think?"The air in the room felt suddenly thin. This wasn't just a coincidence. She had known I was coming. She had known about Thompson Jones. And the way she was smiling told me that the "smoking gun" I had been looking for might have just been turned against me."I need you to get your ass up from that chair and freaking LEAVE!" I snarled, the words vibrating with a year’s worth of suppressed fury."Val..." Daniel started, his voice cautious, stepping forward as if to restrain me.I whipped my head around, looking at him with eyes that could have burned through steel. I felt a cold realization wash over me. "You knew about this? You brought me here knowing she’d

"And?" She repeated it back at me like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You're standing there saying and like it doesn't matter. Like it changes nothing." She shook her head. "You're not a St. Claire either, Valerie. No matter what that will say. No matter what name he put on that document. You are never going to be a St. Claire."She took one more step toward me, close enough that I could see the mascara tracking down her cheeks. "Should I tell you where your real family lies? Should I tell you why your father made absolutely certain that everyone who knew about the signed documents, swore they would never say a word? Why every doctor in that hospital was made to sign confidentiality agreements about you even being alive?""Sarah." Thompson's voice came from behind the desk, sharp with warning."Why?" She didn't even glance at him. "Should I keep quiet? Why? She needs to know the truth. She needs to know exactly what she is before she stands there looking at me like I'm th

"Why?" I asked, my brow furrowing harder as I turned back to Mrs. Thorne. "Why did you—""Stop causing a scene in this house." Sterling stepped forward, inserting himself between his mother and me like a human wall, his voice low and controlled in a way that told me he was working very hard to keep it that way. "Like I've already told you, the person you have a problem with is Cillian. Okay? That's where your energy belongs. Not here.""Really?" I said softly.Something moved behind his eyes. A flicker he couldn't fully suppress."Everyone." Mr. Thorne's voice cut through the room like a blade. "Leave the room. I need to speak with her alone."The quiet sister, the one who had been sitting back and watching the entire time with the focused stillness of someone assembling a puzzle, stood up slowly. Her eyes moved over me from head to toe,"Father," she said, her voice barely above a breath. "Is she telling the truth?"Nobody answered her. But the silence did.She took a step back, the

"Sterling and Cillian are clean in the eyes of the law because she hasn't breathed their names."I swallowed, the room feeling like it was closing in. They were winning. This was their counter-move. By making Jane the killer and me the mastermind, they didn't just escape justice...they would take my fortune, my reputation, and my freedom in one stroke.I clenched my fists, my vision blurring with tears of pure, unadulterated rage. I looked at the headline again. *Affair with Mr. Thorne.* The sickness rose in my throat."I'm Thorne's daughter!" I suddenly yelled, the sound tearing through the quiet of the precinct. Several officers turned to look. I didn't care. I leaned over the desk, inches from Jeff's face. "How could I sleep with my own father, Jeff?! Think about it!"Jeff froze. The blood seemed to leave his face. "What are you talking about?""Thorne is my biological father! The affair Sterling is reporting is a lie to cover the fact that I am his sister! He’s using the truth of