All Chapters of The Devil's Wedding Ring : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

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Chapter One Hundred and Ninety

I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't even comprehend the words pouring out of the judge's mouth. The world tilted on its axis, the air leaving my lungs in a sharp, agonizing gasp.Before my mind could even process the restraint required in a courtroom, I burst out."That's not true!!" I yelled, my voice cracking with a mixture of rage and absolute horror. "There's no way in the world you're telling me that these criminals are not guilty of their crimes!" I screamed, pointing blindly across the room to where they sat.Sterling was already grinning, a sickening, triumphant smirk stretching across his face."My lord!!" I screamed, stepping past the defense table, but heavy hands immediately clamped down on my shoulders. Security guards were already surrounding me, guiding me away from the bench. My eyes frantically swept the room until they locked onto Cillian's cold, unbothered gaze.He’d done it again. I had underestimated the sheer depth of the

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety One

"That gullible, naive woman?" Those words made me rethink my entire life for the past two years. "I'm that gullible, naive woman?"I glared at him, the hot tears finally drying on my cheeks, replaced by a cold, lethal clarity. "I... I just... I don't know what to say to you, but I just realized that you never once apologized to me. Oh, what am I saying? Why would you apologize to me? After all, you got everything you wanted from me. No...actually, you didn't. Because now, I've finally made the decision I couldn't bring myself to make all this time. I honestly..."I trailed off, cutting myself off before I gave him the satisfaction of hearing the rest. I shouldn't care about what Sarah wrote on any page. I shouldn't care about anything else right now. Because I had the biggest thing in my hands that would prove what I was saying...the truth. They could buy the judge, they could buy the police, they could buy so many people, but they wouldn't bury the truth forever, even if releasin

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Two

I uploaded the files detailing my father’s secret slush funds, laying bare Cillian’s deep ties to every illicit account, and exposing Sterling Thorne’s matching digital footprint alongside them. I uploaded every piece of photo evidence to back up my claims, showing the hidden ledgers, the signed black-market contracts, and the paper trails that the formal court had so conveniently chosen to ignore.Everything contained within that tiny SD card found its way onto the internet in less than a day.The dam had officially broken. For a year, they had managed to keep the truth buried under billions of dollars, ironclad non-disclosure agreements, and bought-off judges. But they couldn't buy the entire internet, and they couldn't stop a woman who had absolutely nothing left to lose.Within minutes of the first post going live, my notifications didn't just flood, they froze my phone completely. The files were being downloaded, mirrored, and re-uploaded across thousands of accounts worldwid

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Three

"You're saying I should get to know the monster that killed me?""No, I'm asking you to understand what you hated. That way, you wouldn't hurt yourself when you realize what you didn't know.""I see that Cillian has a stronghold on you all," I sneered, trying to wrench my hands free."He doesn't! But I was dragged into this mess because he desperately wanted to save you. Don't you get it? He wanted to save you so much that he willingly wants himself gone! He has always helped you from the shadows! Do you think you just found that SD card? How do you think I got my hands on it to give to you? Think about it, Valerie! If Cillian really wanted you gone, do you think he would've condoned your excesses? You stayed two years with him, do you think you would've survived that if he wanted you dead? Cillian isn't a good man, but why don't you just... find him? No one kills their own brother, Val.""He did...""Sterling did!" Caleb yelled, finally unleashing the truth. "Sterling manipulated him

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Four

Before he could answer, the car slowed to a halt, stopping directly in front of Cillian’s towering, desolate estate. I stared out at the dark facade of the house, my mind racing. So Daniel was also in league with Cillian? I always thought as much."I think Daniel should be the one to explain things to you and not me," Alex said, breaking the silence as he shifted the car into park. "But in all of that, I’m proud of you, Val. At least the police are reopening the case. Sterling and Cillian are going to be arrested. What you did paid off."He leaned over and pulled me into a warm, reassuring hug. As he pulled back, his hand lingered on the door handle before he opened it for me. "I can take you to my house if you want to. You don't have to stay here."I looked at the house, Caleb’s frantic warnings screaming in my head. I needed answers, and the truth was waiting inside those walls."No, it's fine. Thank you," I said softly.Alex smiled, his eyes softening. "Alright," he said, unlock

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Five

He had assumed the role of the ultimate villain so perfectly that I hadn't hesitated for a single second to drop the guillotine on his neck."Cillian is not..." I choked on the words, my hands trembling violently against my sides. "He..." There's no way I'm believing this. I shouldn't be believing things like this! But I recalled that night, his voice, he was really there by my bedside, I had fallen in his arms...he was there!! "Exactly why I'm happy you finally made it here," Daniel said, stepping forward and placing his hands on my shoulders."You don't have to worry about Cillian, Val. We made it. We finally crushed everyone who did this to us, everyone who made you lose yourself. We're here already. Cillian can go to hell if he chooses to but we will be okay." The grand hallway of Cillian's house suddenly felt like a beautifully constructed trap, not one built to capture me, but one built to shield me while the walls crumbled down around him.*“He wanted to save you so much th

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Six

"What could have changed if he told you?" Daniel started again as he tucked me into the bed, his movements quiet and careful, as if I were made of glass. "Would you have hated him less? Or would you have forgiven him because of your feelings for him?"I stared blankly at the ceiling, the phantom sting on my palm against Cillian's bruised cheek still vibrating through my skin. I swallowed hard, my voice sounding incredibly small in the dark room."Didn't you hate him less when you learned the whole truth?"Daniel paused, his hands lingering on the edge of the blanket. He drew in a long, weary breath, the shadows of the room carving deep lines into his face."I didn't hate him less because in the end, he hurt you," Daniel replied, his voice dropping into a flat, protective register. "I just worked with him because that was the only way you could find peace. I still hate him, Val. But you destroying yourself because of him... that was a different story."He pulled the covers up to my s

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Seven

I carefully dabbed around his split, swollen lip and the deep bruising along his jawline. Every touch felt heavy with a truth I wasn't ready to accept. He had fought Sterling. He had gone out there tonight to physically end the threat, to ensure that the monster who killed my parents could never reach me again.Or maybe it was worse, getting beaten to the pulp by the angry public, but they won't have reached him with the amount of security he has.Speaking of security, the number seemed to have been decreasing these days, just that I cared less to notice until now that I'm thinking about it. I worked as fast as my shaking fingers allowed, wrapping the heavy bandages tightly around his torso, putting all my weight into the pressure to force the bleeding to stop.He continued to groan quietly, his head rolling back and forth against the pillow, his consciousness drifting in and out of a dark, painful fog.Once the bandage was secure and the dark red stain stopped spreading through th

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Eight

A heavy, bitter ache blossomed in my chest. He could have said something before leaving. How could he just slip away into the morning without a single trace? After the way he held me last night, after the raw desperation in his voice, how could he leave me to wake up to a cold bed and a television broadcast?Am I just supposed to watch him now from afar? Am I supposed to sit here, completely paralyzed and do absolutely nothing while his world crumbles?I walked over to the grand glass windows, looking out at the sprawling city below. I mean, this is what I wanted, wasn't it? This was the exact ending I had prayed for during those long, dark nights and days when my world crumbled. The people who made me this way, the monsters who tore my life apart and turned me into a ghost of myself, were finally getting paid for it. The villain was defeated. The tragedy was over.So why did the victory taste like ash in my mouth?Needing to anchor myself, needing to find something real to touch

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety nine

My breath caught completely in my throat. My heart stopped dead in my chest, a sudden, violent jolt shocking my entire system.The very first picture I saw was of me.I stared at the page, my mind struggling to process what my eyes were seeing. "When did he..." The words died on my lips, nothing more than a breathless whisper in the empty room.How could he do a photo album of me? We lived in a world of smartphones and digital clouds, a world where phones could do everything, capturing and storing thousands of memories with a single tap. Yet here it was, a physical, tangible album, every single page curated by hand.I leaned closer, my fingers trembling as I rested them against the matte paper. I was staring at the photo and the realization of exactly when and where it was taken began to settle heavily in my chest.Then I suddenly recalled what he once told me, "I love pictures.""Why do you love them?" I had asked him back then, completely oblivious to the weight behind his words.

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