All Chapters of Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé : Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

BRIDIE POV"I did not betray him. I would never betray him. Whatever your evidence claims, you're wrong."Douglas said it with real fury, standing in Ewan's own council chamber, Ewan himself pale and silent at the room's edge.The vaulted room was cast in the stark, watery light of an overcast morning, the hearth unlit and cold. Douglas’s boots clicked hard against the marble flags as he paced, his dark velvet doublet pulled tight across his chest, his breath coming in hot, shallow bursts. He looked less like a traitor caught in the act and more like an innocent man cornered by a phantom, his fingers curling into tight fists at his sides."The correspondence traces directly to your seal," Callum said, laying the evidence across the table without flinching.Callum didn't raise his voice, keeping that dry, unyielding composure of an investigator who had seen every flavor of deception. He flattened a stack of dispatch ribbons across the dark wood, weighting them down with a heavy brass i

BRIDIE POV"It's gone. Properly gone, the same as Fenmoor."Isla examined Douglas's wrist a final time, satisfied.She traced the smooth, unbroken skin where the pale scar had vanished, her fingertips lingering for a second before she pulled back and packed her instruments into her satchel with brisk efficiency.Douglas sagged into his chair, exhausted but visibly lighter.The tense, coiled posture that had defined him since we entered the room melted away, leaving him slumped against the high oak backrest like a man who had finally unloaded a pack he’d carried across an entire mountain range. He stared down at his bare wrists, turning his hands over slowly, as if verifying they belonged to him again."I need to know exactly what I reported. Everything. So we can undo whatever damage it's already done.""We already have the list," Callum said grimly, stepping forward and tapping the edge of the cherry-wood desk. "Every site the Order's confirmed, every movement since Fenmoor. Whoever'

BRIDIE POV"Every request came through this terminal. Whoever's been doing it either has physical access to this room, or a way to make the archive believe they do."Wynn, Ingrid's successor now grey at the temples herself, spread the access logs across her desk with hands that weren't quite steady.The subterranean quiet of the central archive felt claustrophobic, sealed away beneath three stories of reinforced foundation stone. The air was dry, climate-regulated, and sharp with the chemical tang of parchment preservation fluid, ozone, and old tallow. Rows of steel and cedar book-presses stretched into the shadows behind us, their shelves groaning under centuries of codices, legal ledgers, and territorial treatises. On the broad walnut desk, the phosphor terminal hummed with an eerie, steady drone, its green-tinted glow washing over the neat, handwritten ledgers Wynn had laid out beside the digital transcripts. Every single entry bore the identical stamped clearance code of Master Al

BRIDIE POV"It's not after the archive at all. The archive was never the target. It's after her."I said it at a dead run through Ashgrove's corridors, Cormac and Isla close behind, Wynn's warning still ringing in my ears.The floorboards shrieked beneath our boots as we rounded the corner toward the western tower. My breath sawed in my throat, cold and sharp as glass, every instinct screaming that we were racing against a clock that had already run out of sand. The lanterns along the corridor flickered erratically, casting long, writhing shadows that stretched out like grasping fingers from the wainscoting.We found Elira in her study, exactly where we'd left her hours before, and the relief that broke across my chest at the sight of her whole and unharmed nearly buckled my knees.She sat at her broad cherry-wood desk, the morning light pouring through the high lancet window behind her, illuminating the silver threads in her dark braid. She looked up as the heavy oak door banged open

BRIDIE POV "It cost her everything, and she built something worth infinitely more than what it cost. I watched her do it. I've been watching this entire family do exactly that for months now, and I am done letting something ancient and cowardly pretend that math doesn't add up in her favour."I said it before Elira could answer for herself, stepping forward, Cormac immediately beside me.The air in the study was so thick it felt like trying to breathe underwater. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight, the memory of the Hollow Court's sulfur and Fenmoor's cold rain burning in my blood. I didn't care about the ancient architecture of the anchor, nor the cosmic math of the First House. I cared about the woman standing before us who had spent thirty years patching together a shattered kingdom with her bare hands, while a parasite in the shadows waited to unpick her final stitch.The false Wynn's borrowed composure flickered.The smooth, archival facade shuddered, the pitch-black eyes