Lauren's POV As I sat across from Matteo, the phone pressed tightly to my ear, the detective’s presence accompanied by the last words he had told me lingering in the air. There was a high possibility that the man seated in front of me was my mother’s killer. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and avoid sending any hints to Matteo. There was a pause on the other end, the kind that made me want to fill it with more questions that the detective probably didn’t have answers for. “It’s what our suspect claimed, Mrs. Goldberg. But we’re not fully certain yet. We’re going to bring Matteo in for questioning first thing tomorrow morning.” My grip on the phone tightened as I glanced up at Matteo. He was watching me, his lips curling into a mocking smile that made my stomach turn. I tried everything I could to keep my expression neutral, nodding as if the detective could see me. “Okay, thank you for letting me know. Pl
Lauren's POV The drive back to the house felt like it took forever. Each second that passed only deepened the aching cavity in my chest, the weight of Damien’s words pressing down on me and making it difficult for me to breathe. As I pulled into the driveway, my hands trembled, and I had to take a moment to steady myself before I could get out of the car. The house was quiet with nothing but the distant sounds of nocturnal bugs to remind me that I was alive. As I stepped inside, I found them all in the living room—Damien, Shirley, and Conrad. As soon as Shirley saw me, she rushed over and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Lauren,” she whispered, her voice filled with guilt. “I didn’t want to tell Damien, but I couldn’t find you anywhere. I didn’t know what else to do. You could have at least told me that you had not changed your mind.” I wanted to be mad at her. I wanted to lash out and tell her that she had no right, but I could
Lauren's POV The drive to the police station was even more nerve-wracking than anything. My mind traveled to all the places possible as I thought about Matteo and what grand stunt he wanted to pull. Was he trying to make a point to bring me to the station and tell me that even with the police present, I couldn’t do anything to him? “Come on, come on, come on!” I said to myself, honking at nothing as I drove past the countryside house that still had a hole gaping from the side of it from the explosion. I slammed my foot on the brake pedals as I almost sped past the station in a bid to get there as fast as possible. The action caused me to get lurched forward aggressively with just the seat belt being there to slam me back in place. An officer walked towards the car, knocking on the window and signaling for me to wind it down. “Ma’am, are you okay?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me as he glanced around at the interior of the car to see if anyone else wa
Lauren's POV I stumbled out of the police station, the weight of the past few minutes pressing heavily against my chest. My heart raced as my thoughts swirled in absolute chaos. Matteo’s voice still lingered and danced in my mind, the words he said about Damien gnawing at my mind. Could he be right? I shook my head as soon as that question popped up in it, refusing to believe that Damien, no matter how angry he might be at me, would keep something so important from me. He wouldn’t do that. But even as I thought that, doubt crept into the back of my mind and reminded me that I needed answers. I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I found Damien’s number. My thumb hovered over the call button for a moment before I pressed it. As the phone rang with each passing second, my anxiety only worsened. The call diverted to voicemail with Damien’s cold and official voice telling me to leave a message. “Damien, hi. It’s me… Lauren. I—I need to talk to you.
Lauren's POV My legs trembled beneath me as I quickly pushed myself off the ground, the world going past me in a blur. Panic surged through me, hotter and faster than I could control. I lunged forward, grabbing Shirley by the arms. My heart raced, and my mind spun with terrifying thoughts as I remembered what became of the house in the countryside and the car that I was in with Damien. “Where is it!?” I demanded, my voice shaking as I frantically felt around her body, searching for the explosive that was ticking away and counting the last possible minutes, or even seconds, that we had. “Lauren, stop!” Shirley cried out, her hands shoving me away with force, surprisingly stronger than the first. I stumbled back, my heart hammering against my ribs, but I refused to let go. I couldn’t let her do this. “No! I’m not letting you do this!” I yelled, desperation clawing at my throat. I reached for her again, but she broke free and turned to run towards the wate
Lauren's POV The sound of Jameson’s voice on the other end of the line instead of Damien’s made me freeze in shock like a deer caught in headlights. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and confusion racing through my mind. Questions toiled and tumbled in my head, but I managed to stammer out the first thing that came to mind. “W-what are you doing with Damien’s phone?” My voice trembled, letting him know just how panicked I was. Jameson laughed. It was a cold, mocking sound that brought goosebumps to my skin. “I can almost taste just how concerned you are. We’ll talk about Damien later, but I have to ask…why did you only shoot me in the leg? If you’d ended everything right then, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” His sick but true words hit me like a punch to the gut. If anything had happened to Damien, it would be nobody else’s fault but mine. I could only imagine the pain he was enduring, with his wounds still fresh and now this. My
Lauren's POV Tension grew with each step that Jameson took, the silence only cut off the sound of his footsteps as he approached. His eyes gleamed with malicious intent, locking onto Shirley as if she were his prey. My heart pounded in my chest in fear for her, the weight of what I had done pressing down on me. Shirley shot me another look of pure betrayal. As I reached out to hold her hand, to offer her some form of comfort, she recoiled as if my touch had scalded her. “Get away from me!” she hissed, her voice rising in anger. “You’re nothing but a traitor, Lauren. How could you do this to me? You saved me just to do this to me?” I flinched as if her words had physically struck me. Jameson was now in front of us, but before he could say a word, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot echoed through our ears, freezing us all in place. Jameson’s eyes narrowed, his head snapping towards the door. For a moment, none of us moved, the shock of the sound holding
Lauren's POV When I opened my eyes, I was stunned and taken aback by the bright, sterile whiteness of the hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor beside me was a steady, rhythmic reminder that I was still alive. I blinked a few times, looking around and trying to clear the fog from my mind, and that’s when I saw him. Damien was sitting beside me, shirtless, with fresh bandages covering his wounds. Worry and exhaustion we’re etched on his face as his dark eyes watched me with an intensity that almost made me uncomfortable. Seeing him there brought back the tangle of emotions inside me that he made me feel all at once—relief, anger, and everything that came with them. “How are you feeling?” His voice was quiet, but the room was quieter save for the uniform beeps. “I don’t feel one hundred percent,” I admitted, my voice barely loud enough to be considered a whisper. “Everything hurts. My body feels so weak.” Damien nodded, his expression tur
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
“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
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
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
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
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?
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
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
“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