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Lauren's POV Darla had a bullet between her brows, and Jameson was right behind the gun that had killed her, his eyes filled with confusion and realization of what he had just done to his sister. There was so much silence that I was afraid of looking in Damien’s direction. I could feel the anger reeling off of him and rubbing off on me in waves that the only thing I wanted to do was stand up and bolt for the door. “What… What have you done?” I asked, but my voice was stuck in my throat, leaving the words in the air like a whisper in the wind. Jameson, as if suddenly realizing what he had done and the gravity of it, moved away from his sister’s silent body on the couch with the hand that held the gun falling to his side. “Let go of me,” Damien said to the goons who had been holding him down against the couch, and there was something in his tone that made them let go of him with immediate effect. Damien stood on the couch for a moment as his brothe
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Lauren's POV I had neither seen nor talked to Damien since he had announced that he would burn everything to the ground with his brother and he locked himself up in the private office in his house. I had fallen asleep in the bedroom while waiting for him to figure out if he was okay, and I found myself still alone in the bedroom when I opened my eyes. “Damien?” I called, rubbing my eyes as I weakly got off the bed and stumbled towards the office to finally knock on the door after putting it off the whole time. “Damien, are you in there? It’s morning,” I announced. It didn’t take much time before he opened the door and stood in front of me with hazy eyes that made me frown in suspicion at the familiar smell of alcohol coming off of him. “You drank,” I stated, still waiting for him to confirm it even when I knew the truth. “I drank.” He nodded. “Are you okay? Hungover? Do you need anything?” I asked as he stepped aside for me to walk in.
Married To The Devil Chapter Eighty-Eight
Lauren's POV “You killed them,” I said as soon as I saw Damien making his way up the stairs of the basement. I knew he was not the kindest man in the world, but I didn’t think that he would go down there and kill them without a thought even though they had it coming. “Don’t worry about it, Lauren. You’ve had a long day. I think you need to get some rest. They’ll be taken out of here and disposed of when you’re asleep,” he assured me, completely missing the point of my worry. “No, Damien.” I shook my head. “I’m not worried about Katarina or Santino. I’m not worried about whether they’re dead or alive. I’m worried about you. What if this whole event turns you into something you’re not?” “Something I’m not?” he chuckled. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” I knew that he didn’t mean it as a dare for me to tell him something that he would challenge me for, but that didn’t make it any easier for me to talk to him about. What if he shut down and closed
Married To The Devil Chapter Eighty-Nine
Lauren's POV It was well into the evening when Damien walked into the living room, rubbing the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He only stopped when he saw me, but it was only a moment as he continued his walk to the stairs. “You’re not even going to talk to me about it?” I asked, causing him to freeze in his steps and sigh. “How do you feel? I’m sorry I left you all the way at home without telling you about it, but I called before I found you asleep. I needed to get things off my mind, and I didn’t want to have to take another bottle of alcohol—” “That doesn’t matter right now, Damien.” I shook my head, refusing to make any attempt at walking towards him because I knew that he was not ready for that. “I called you earlier, right after I saw all the missed calls.” “I didn’t know that. My phone was not with me throughout the day,” he admitted. I stayed there in silence for a brief while, wondering if he was going to at least admit that he
Married To The Devil Chapter Ninety
Lauren's POV “Are you seriously going to accept help from the man whose brother you killed? I mean, don’t you think it’s suspicious enough that he wants nothing from you in return but whatever thrill he claims he will have?” I asked Damien after Logan was escorted out of the house. “I don’t trust him,” Damien admitted, “but it is better to keep my enemies close, especially when they’re the ones who offered it.” I remained quiet because I knew he was right, but I still had a bad feeling about it. When we were done with dinner, he asked me to stay with him and have a short conversation. “I don’t want to go to bed just yet,” he said. “Do you have anything you want to talk to me about?” “I should be asking you that question, Damien. You haven’t spoken to me about how you feel ever since you watched what happened with Darla in front of your eyes. You haven’t bothered to confide in me—” “That would be nothing but a burden to you. It’s why I went to see
Married To The Devil Chapter Ninety-One
Lauren's POV The morning sun filtered through the light curtains of the living room, casting its soft glow on the floor. The house was always quiet, but it held a different air this time, as if it sensed the gravity of the occasion. I sat on a couch as I thought about all the emotions that had swayed in the house, and now, it felt like a mausoleum, holding the remnants of a life that I was about to leave behind. Damien had told me not to come back to the house after I left, and I had agreed. There was no use, arguing about it. Damien paced back and forth, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. It was quite obvious that he hadn’t slept much the night before. “This divorce is the right decision,” he said to me as he stopped walking and looked at me, “yet the finality of it all weighs so heavily on me. I want you to know that I am extremely sorry.” I stared blankly at the coffee table, detached and left with nothing to say, but it seemed that Damien k
Married To The Devil Chapter Ninety-Two
Lauren's POV The air was thick with tension after the words flew out of Jameson’s mouth, the kind that could suffocate anyone within its reach. Damien was now seething, and I had the urge to step in between him and his brother, but I knew better. “You were doing so good, Jameson,” Damien said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe how foolish I was to think that you were getting better. I thought you were regretting all the bad things that happened, but you have crossed the line.” To me, it wasn’t just the words Jameson had uttered; it was the weight behind them, the sheer audacity to accuse me of being the cause of the family’s disintegration when he had just been told about how the murder of his sister, which he committed, had made his son dejected. “How could you, Jameson?” I finally erupted. His eyes were still dark and filled with fury as he fixed them on me with an intensity that could burn holes through my skin. “How dare you tell me that all this is
Married To The Devil Chapter Ninety-Three
Lauren's POV The cool night air was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions swirling inside me. My heart pounded in her chest as I stumbled out of the house, my breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The house had felt like a place to heal from the wounds of my past, but now it was tainted with fear and uncertainty. I fumbled for my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed 911. The operator’s calm voice was a lifeline in the chaos. “911, what’s your emergency?” “Someone’s in my house,” I whispered, my voice barely steady as tears filled my eyes. “I heard noises upstairs, and the door was open when I got home.” “Stay calm, ma’am. Are you outside the house now?” “Yes,” I replied, glancing back at the darkened structure. “I’m outside, but I don’t know if they’re still in there.” “Okay, stay on the line with me. Officers are on their way. Can you see anything unusual? Any vehicles or people around?” I scanned the area, my eyes darting
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6 MONTHS LATER “What are you doing?” I laughed as Damien pulled me out of bed that evening and practically sat me down in front of the vanity to brush my hair and get me ready. “The dinner’s in one hour,” he reminded. “I don’t want to be late for this.” I frowned and turned around to face him, prompting him to stop brushing my hair. “So, you’re worried about family dinners all of a sudden? You know, the last time we had this, you seemed like you would have been better off dead than being there.” “People change.” He shrugged, a grin sitting on his face that made me realize that there was something he wasn’t telling me. I couldn’t drill him about it because I had a secret of mine. I took the brush from his hand and started to do it myself when he placed a kiss on my cheek. “I love you,” he said. I had gotten used to his random love confessions whenever he felt the need to say it. It had been six months since…well, everything. I moved back fr
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“Lauren, are you okay?” Damien asked as he opened the door to the house where he was staying later that night. Instead of giving him an answer, I pushed myself into his arms and broke down in tears. That might, I cried all the tears that I had refused to cry the whole time. Every emotion that I had refused to let out and express, all of it was on the ground around. And Damien just let me. “You’re fine, you’re fine,” he told me in sweet whispers as he led me to the bedroom and set me down on the bed. He held me there for as long as he possibly could. “He was doing that to them for years. Shirley and I were friends—best friends—in high school, and I didn’t even notice. How could I not notice what she was going through at the time?” I asked when I had no more tears left. “What do you mean? What was she going through?” Damien asked, sounding confused as he stared at me and waited for me to recollect and gather myself. “Her father was taking advantage of
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Eight
I had spent two more nights in the hotel biting my nails anxiously as I waited for any update from Jameson about Shirley’s father and if he had been caught. I spent those days wondering if he knew now that she was dead, and if he felt guilty about being a big factor in it. It was no surprise that I jumped and snatched my phone from the nightstand when his name flashed on my screen one evening while I was forcing myself to close my eyes and go to sleep. “Lauren, I need you to help me identify the bastard,” his voice boomed coolly into the phone when I picked it up. “I might be a bit sorry for him if he’s not the one and I got the wrong guy. I’ve taken matters into my hands right now.” “I’m coming. I’m coming right now. Send me the address,” I rambled. His words sent a new rush to me, the sleep that was eluding me long forgotten as I got up and dashed out of bed and started gettingready to leave. When Jameson hung up, a quick text from his numbe
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Seven
I stared at the unopened email that had been scheduled to be sent to me by Shirley. Several questions whirled in my head as I sat on the edge of my bed, not sure what to do or even whether to do anything at all. Had she planned to send that, knowing what she would do to herself? Was she going to apologize in the email? Was I even ready to open it? “Oh, Shirley.” I shook my head with a defeated sigh. God knew I loved her with everything I had in me, but she went ahead to stab me in the back. And even at that, I still loved and cared about her. Was Katarina’s death really all that drove her to do what she did? The more questions I had, the clearer it became to me that the answers I needed, along with closure, were trapped in that email message that I had refused to open. Finally, I clicked on the bold letters that showed the subject of the email, and it came into full view, to the detriment of my heart. To: LAUREN. Subject: I’M SORRY… ‘By the tim
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Six
I didn’t know how long I stood there, watching Conrad choke on his tears above Shirley’s body. My heart broke for him, and I could feel Damien’s rigid body standing beside me. “Let’s go,” Conrad finally said as he got up and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe his tears. “We need to take her away and give her a funeral. She may have done horrible things, but she was not entirely a horrible person.” Conrad turned to me with a faint smile on his face. “Are you coming, too?” I froze as my mind whirled with thoughts upon thoughts. I hadn’t thought about the funeral, going to it. I didn’t even think that I would be leaving Beverly Hills that soon after just getting there. “I don’t think I should. I mean, I just moved here. Leaving would be difficult,” I said. “I’m not asking you to leave Beverly Hills permanently, Lauren,” he argued. “I just want you to attend the funeral and return. I know you don’t want to be there, especially after everything she did to you
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Five
I opened my eyes the next morning the most satisfied I had been in the past few days. There was a small smile on my face as I snuggled even deeper into Damien’s chest. It felt like leaving was something to not even be thought about. “Good morning,” he said, his voice startling me as he kissed me on the head. “Did you sleep good?” “I did,” I answered as I finally got the strength to sit up, getting a good view of him. Before I could say a word, there was a knock on my door. I got out of bed after a moment and opened the door to find Maria standing there with a Tupperware container in her hands and an apologetic smile on her face. “Can I come in?” She asked. At first, I considered shaking my head and telling her that it wasn’t the best time for her to come in, but I decided against it. I stepped aside for her to walk in, which she did. I took note of how she looked around in the living room as if trying to find something. “Why are you here this early, Maria?
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My feet were glued to the ground, my mouth gaping open without much consciousness as I still tried to get more air in my lungs. I didn’t know whether it was Damien’s presence or the fact that I had finally stopped moving, but my lungs didn’t seem to be allowing much air. “I came as soon as I could,” he said, glancing at Melissa. “She didn’t want to let me in.” “Of course I didn’t let you in!” Melissa scoffed apologetically as she now helped me move forward. “You think I hand the keys to anyrandom man who walks in here and claims to know a tenant?” Without paying any more mind to her, Damien approached me and got me out of her arms. I had half a mind to collapse into his touch and break down, but I held myself upright as Melissa helped me open the door. “Are you going to be okay?” She asked me, still looking worried for me. “What even happened to you?” “Just a little run, I’m fine. As soon as I drink water, I’ll be fine. Thank you,” I said. She took
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three
Damien hung up the phone without another word. I didn’t know what to do with that response or the lack of it. I fell into the couch and had to stop myself from crying. Had he finally gotten sick and tired of my constant back and forth with him? I didn’t even get the chance to tell him just how much I loved him. What was the point of doing it anyway? Nothing was going to get fixed that way. “Hey, are you okay?” Fred placed a gentle hand on my shoulder after a while of me sitting and staring at nothing. I jumped at the suddenness. “I said your food is ready. Let’s go.” We walked into the kitchen, where he had spread garlic bread and toast with sunny side up eggs. A pot of coffee was brewing on the counter as we both sat. Fred let me dig into the food, but I couldn’t shake off the effect that his long and hard stare had on me. “Is there something you want to talk about?” I engaged, letting him know I could tell that he was staring. “Oh, um.” He cleared
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two
“Lauren?” I grunted, turning around and waking up as I heard my name. Fred shook me awake, and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my phone in front of my face. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up on the couch where I had fallen asleep after arguing with Fred about where to sleep since he wanted me to take the bed for him to take the couch. “Your phone is ringing. I just walked by and saw it,” he said, handing me the phone. I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus on the screen of the phone and the caller ID when the phone stopped ringing. I looked up at Fred who has his arms crossed and was leaning against the door which led to the kitchen. “Aren’t you going to call who it is back? It could be an emergency, especially after what happened yesterday.” All of a sudden, I was reminded of the yesterday’s incident and what I had witnessed. A headache was brewing in my head now, and I grabbed the phone as tightly as I could. I wasn’t sure I was r
