Todos los capítulos de The Devil's Wedding Ring : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"Oh dear, Valerie... how have you been? I'm sorry I'm not there with you," Sarah’s voice crackled through the burner phone, sounding thin and fragile, as if she were speaking from another dimension. The sound of her voice made me waver, breaking the dam I had built around my heart."Sarah... I didn't know Cillian was a monster," I choked out, the words tumbling over each other in a frantic rush. I clutched the silver device so hard, "I didn't know that I had been living with one for the past eight months. I should've listened to you, Sarah. I should've known earlier about who he was, what he was capable of.""It's okay, even if you're not here, it's fine," she whispered, her own voice thick with unshed tears. "I just want to know if you're doing okay over there. Where are you? Are you safe? Did he hit you? Did he do something bad to you?"The irony of her concern made my chest ache. She was the one held in some unknown location, yet she was terrified for me. "I should be the one to as

"Perfect!" Cillian exclaimed, his voice ringing with a synthetic joy that grated against my nerves. He walked toward the dress, his uninjured hand reaching out to stroke the heavy silk of the skirt. "She will look really pretty in it, don't you think?"He turned his gaze toward Jane, his eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for her response. Jane swallowed hard, her fingers trembling where they gripped the hanger."Yeah... she will look really good in it, sir," Jane managed to say, her voice small and tight.Cillian let out a sharp, satisfied hum. "Good. Because this isn't just a dress. I had Julian himself fly in from Milan just to finalize the hem. He’s the same designer who did your debutante gown, Valerie. Do you remember? He said your measurements haven't changed much, though your spirit certainly has."He began to pace around the garment, describing the intricate beadwork along the bodice as if he were discussing a fine piece of machinery. "I called the lead stylist from the Vog

"I should've known... or maybe I knew and thought by letting Jaxson have the life he wanted, he would be okay. I didn't want to be such a controlling father, but I think being controlling would've kept him alive until now.""How can you say that!" I raised my voice, the sound vibrating against the crystal and silver of the dining room. I was reeling, trying to recover from his accusation while he threw another blow. "You know I didn't kill Jaxson. I'm in as much pain as...""Pain? Did you say pain?" He cut me off, his eyes narrowing into slits. "If not for the fact that everyone started to turn against you, would you have even grieved my son for a day?""What?" My fingers clenched into the damp silk of my dress. "You may have lost your son, but I lost my soulmate, my love, my parents... my unborn baby...""And yet you decided to settle with Cillian?" Montgomery's lip curled in a sneer that made my blood run cold. "You must've desperately wanted to claw your hands into my household for

I tried to scramble toward the door, my dress bunched around my waist, but he caught my ankle and hauled me back to the center of the seat. He didn't give me time to recover, didn't give me time to breathe. He moved over me, his heavy weight pinning me down, and guided himself to my entrance.He didn't go slow. He drove into me with a single, forceful thrust that made the world go black at the edges.I gasped, my body twisting forward and then slamming back against the seat as the sheer size of him stretched me to my limit. A scream tore from my lungs, echoing off the tinted glass. "Uhhh...!""That's it," he groaned, his hands finding my waist and digging in, his thumbs pressing into my hip bones. "Moan for me like that. Let the driver hear how much you love your husband."He began to move, a punishing, rhythmic pace that rocked the entire SUV. Every thrust was a reminder of my helplessness, a physical manifestation of the lies he had told and the lives he had taken. I felt the fricti

"Sterling Thorne?" Jane whispered, her eyes widening as she nearly fumbled the pill bottle on the tray.I nodded, my gaze unwavering. The steam from the bath was already beginning to dissipate, leaving a cold chill in the air, but the fire inside me was only growing."You said he sent you here because he wants to help me, right? I think I need more of that help, more than what you’re already doing. I want to see him. We need to sit down and talk."Jane’s expression shifted from shock to a cautious, burgeoning hope. She set the tray down on the nightstand and stepped toward me, her voice dropping to a barely audible murmur. "I will make sure to have it arranged," she said, her fingers grazing my arm with a supportive squeeze. "He will be glad you’ve finally realized he’s the only one who can help you at this point. If you want Cillian to be taken down, brought to pieces... first, you need Sterling to help piece your life back together.""I know. That’s why I need him," I replied, the r