The Devils Claim

Chapter 11 The Revenge Game

"So, what right do you have to speak to me like that? None! You're barely even related to me by blood. Besides, I haven’t eaten your food, I haven't lived off you—so why should I tolerate your arrogance?"

Katherine was the kind of girl who, no matter how much she was hurt, would always smile in front of others, never letting go of her pride and spirit.

Julian was momentarily speechless after being berated by her. He sulked as he walked toward the tombstone, but then his eyes landed on Leon and the familiar luxury car parked nearby. Instantly, a mocking smirk curled his lips.

"Are you seducing your brother-in-law now?"

Katherine opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words. She looked blankly at Leon. She knew he wouldn’t help her, but deep down, a small part of her still hoped he would.

Leon casually pulled his hands out of his pockets, his cold gaze fixed on her as he arrogantly spat out, "She willingly climbed into my bed. But even so, my love for your sister won't change. At most, she's just a substitute."

She had known he wouldn't defend her, but she never expected him to be so cruel—to push her down when she was already at her lowest.

There was no point in explaining anything anymore. Instead of crying, she simply smiled and asked, "Really? I climbed into your bed willingly? A grown man saying something like that—can you do it without blushing? Without your heart skipping a beat?"

Leon elegantly adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his voice calm and indifferent. "I’m merely stating the facts. That night at the bar—weren't you the one who willingly threw yourself at me?"

The bar? Willingly?

Those words echoed in her mind. Was he talking about that night? The man she had mistaken for a playboy?

Was it him all along?

From the very beginning, was this all part of his carefully orchestrated game? There had never been any coincidence—just a meticulously planned act of revenge.

She was never meant to be anything more than a replacement—a pawn in his game, controlled and manipulated by him.

Julian scoffed as he watched her standing there, speechless. His voice was laced with malice. "I never thought you’d turn out just like your mother. Shameless to the core!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Katherine's heart clenched painfully. She took three steps forward and slapped him across the face—hard.

"You only know what others have told you! You weren't even there back then. You have no right to insult my mother!" she snapped.

Without another word, she turned and walked away, her steps fast and determined.

The slap echoed in the quiet cemetery. Julian stood frozen, stunned. He had never been hit before, and now, he could only watch in disbelief as that small figure disappeared into the distance.

It was only then that he realized—

She wasn't just a girl. She was a hedgehog—prickly, always ready to protect herself, and capable of hurting others if necessary.

Leon glanced at the red mark on Julian's cheek before casually patting his shoulder. "Apply an egg yolk compress. It'll go down soon."

With that, he turned and stepped into his sleek silver Ferrari Enzo, driving off without another glance.

Meanwhile, Katherine was running through the empty, silent streets, her tears swept away by the wind. The world around her blurred as her vision clouded with sorrow.

Suddenly, her foot caught on uneven pavement, and she stumbled, falling hard onto the asphalt.

A sharp pain shot through her wrist as it scraped against the rough ground.

Screech!

The sound of sudden braking pierced the silence.

Ah En's polished leather shoes appeared in front of her. He extended a crisp white handkerchief, his voice as calm as ever.

"Miss Sinclair, wipe your wound and get in the car."

Katherine glared up at him but refused the handkerchief. She gritted her teeth, pushed herself up with effort, and shoved past him, her shoulder knocking against his as she continued walking forward.