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Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred
Lauren's POV Damien had hired someone to break into my house and attack me. Even the thought of that was completely ridiculous that I chuckled as soon as the man in front of us said it. “I have never met you in my entire life,” Damien said to him, his voice strained as though he was holding back his anger and trying hard not to explode. “How dare you sit here with such confidence and try to frame me for this?” The man adjusted in his seat and glared at Damien without the slightest hint of fear in his eyes, and I found it strange. It was almost as if now that he had been caught, he was on a suicide mission and did not care what would happen to him. “Damien Goldberg,” he said. “I would not be stupid enough to accuse you of being my hirer in front of you if you weren’t the one who hired me. Tell your wife how you were bitter about her moving out and leaving, so you called me and—” Before he could get anywhere with his statement, the sound of a chair scrapi
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and One
Lauren's POV The night air was heavy, as if the darkness was pressing down on me. The tension between Damien and me had only grown. We had driven back to his place in silence, the weight of our unspoken thoughts hanging in the air between us. I could feel his eyes on me as I stared out the window, lost in my own world of unanswered questions. When we finally arrived at his living room, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Damien,” I started, turning to face him as soon as we stepped inside, “why did you bring me here instead of my own house?” He paused, his hand still on the door handle as if he was contemplating whether to answer me or not. Then, with a deep sigh, he let go of the door and moved closer, his eyes meeting mine. “Lauren,” he began, his voice calm but firm, “I won’t let you stay there alone until I’ve confronted my brother.” I stiffened at the mention of Jameson. The very person I was planning to confront myself. I needed to tread carefully, no
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Two
Lauren's POV “Hello?” I whispered into the phone, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound composed. For a moment, there was only silence. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out everything else. Then, finally, a voice crackled through the line, sending chills down my spine. It was not the voice I heard the first time. “Lauren.” The voice was calm, almost gentle, but I heard a hint of fear that made my skin crawl. “I’m sure you must know who I am by now. It’s Alice. Help me.” Alice. The woman who had been with my mother on the night she died and had allegedly fled. The woman who now held the key to unlocking the truth, a truth that seemed to be slipping further and further away the closer I got to it. “What do you want? What did you do to my mother? Where are you?!” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady, though my hands were shaking so badly I could barely hold the phone. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Three
Lauren's POV I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as dread spread through my veins. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in the air, its sharp bang reverberating in my ears like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My eyes locked with Damien’s, and he was standing only a few feet away from me, his expression one of shock and disbelief. His hand instinctively went to his back, where blood was beginning to seep through his shirt. My stomach dropped. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my beating heart. Damien looked at me, his eyes wide and filled with a pain that mirrored the ache tearing through my chest. He staggered, his hand clutching the wound, and I looked behind him to see nobody else but his own brother holding the gun that had done the job. “Lauren…” Damien called out to me, his voice strained and weak from the pain. “Run… find a place to hide.” I wanted to move, to run to him and stop the blood seeping out of
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Four
Lauren's POV I seemed to be frozen in time as I stared at the utter glee on Jameson’s face after he broke the news of his own brother’s death as if it was truly something to celebrate. “He’s not dead,” I finally said, shaking my head and closing my eyes. I placed my hands over my ears to show him that I did not intend to hear more of what he had to say, but he barely even cared enough for that. “What exactly do you see me as? Do you really think I would stand here and lie to you about Damien being dead just to see your reaction?” He laughed. As much as Jameson was the type to lie about something like that to see me or anyone else in pain, I was not a hundred percent sure that he would lie about it. Then again, the thought of Damien being dead was too impossible for me to believe. “Oh, look!” Jameson smiled at me to point out his observation. “You’re in denial. I can tell. Do you want me to bring his body for you to finally know the truth?” I want
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Five
Lauren's POV “Are you serious?!” Alice exclaimed after I shared my plans for the next day with her. I looked at her for a moment to see the absolute horror on her face as she looked at me and possibly hoped for me to go back on my word. “I’ll die anyway,” I told her with a shrug. “I have leukemia. I don’t believe Jameson is going to get me to see a doctor and keep my treatment going—” “But that does not give you the opening to just take your own life when you want to,” she interrupted. “Yes, there’s a lot going on right now, but you have to live. The people who have died so far, do you think they would want this decision for you?” I didn’t think too much about the answer before I scoffed. “They’re both dead. There’s nothing they could say to change my mind.” “We can get through this together,” she suggested. “We can plan an escape. All you have to do is pretend to follow whatever instructions that Jameson gives you. He’s not going to find out.” I
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Six
Lauren's POV “What are you doing?! This is not what we agreed on!” I screamed at Jameson as he now aimed the gun at me. If he was doing it to get me to keep quiet and stop yelling at me, he was making a mistake. He had just attempted to take away the one person who had made me willing to go on a little longer. “You’ll be next if you do not turn around and get in the car. You have tested my patience for long enough,” he said. “You thought I was stupid enough to believe that you wouldn’t make an attempt to run away?” I turned to look at Alice, who was on the ground with her blood pooling at her stomach. She was squirming in pain, and that was enough assurance for me to argue with Jameson to get her to stay alive. “You have to take her to the hospital,” I said, my voice panicked. I knew that Jameson could not kill me. Not then, at least. He was a man of few words and more action, but he had not made an active attempt to kill me even with every opportunity he h
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Seven
Lauren's POV I did not notice that I had let go of Shirley’s hands out of shock until she raised her hands to her face and started to cry harder. I stared at her, trying to turn her words in my head into something else so that what she had just said would not be true. “Jameson?” I asked, my voice low and soft as if he was right in front of the door, listening in on us. “He…he made you lose your baby?” “He didn’t make me lose the baby, Lauren.” She shook her head, sniffling. “He killed the baby. I felt it all. The pain of having the growing child taken out of me, and the knowledge of who had done it.” I had made a big mistake. I had messed it all up. I had brought Jameson right to their doorstep, and I had agreed to mend his relationship with Conrad. I turned back to Shirley with a frown on my face. “Does Conrad know what his father did?” I asked. Shirley was quick to shake her head in response to my question, almost as if Conrad’s knowledge of what his
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Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Fifty
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
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Nine
“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?
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four
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
