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