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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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