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Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Twenty-Six
Lauren's POV Conrad’s words stunned me into silence. Jameson, the man I had accused, the man I had believed to be involved was innocent? The thought of it left me reeling, my mind struggling to make sense of it all. “Why should I believe you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Why should I believe anything you say? He’s your father. For all I know, he has brainwashed you into trusting him since you started to stay with him.” Conrad sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t have to believe me, Lauren. But I’m telling you the truth. There’s more going on here than you realize, and if you want to find out who’s really responsible for your mother’s death, you’re going to have to dig deeper.” His words hung in the air between us, heavy with the weight of his seemingly empty words. I wanted to argue, to demand proof, but something in his eyes stopped me. This was bigger than I had ever imagined, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face i
Married To The Devil Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven
Lauren's POV My phone buzzed in my hand, dragging me out of the fog of uncertainty that had settled over me since my conversation with Damien. I stared at the screen, the new message glowing ominously. My fingers trembled as I swiped it open. “Look into the person Damien wanted to marry before you. The one he left at the altar—Katarina. Did you really think she would die without someone seeking vengeance?” A chill ran down my spine, cold and paralyzing. Katarina. The name hit me like a punch to the gut, stirring up memories I’d long buried. I hadn’t thought about her in a while. She’d been nothing more than a nightmare in our relationship, a lingering shadow that neither of us wanted to talk about. But she was gone. Dead. The word echoed in my mind, loud and insistent. Damien had killed her. I tried to steady my breath, but it came in short, sharp bursts, each one more panicked than the last. My fingers tightened around the phone as if it migh
Married To The Devil Chapter One hundred and Twenty-Eight
Lauren's POV As I stepped out of the police station, the afternoon sun hit my face, but I barely felt its warmth. My thoughts were swirling, churning with all the new information Detective Rhodes had just given me. I needed answers. I couldn’t keep chasing shadows. I pulled out my phone and scrolled to find Damien’s number. I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the screen, before finally pressing the call button. The phone rang twice before he answered. “Lauren,” Damien’s voice was cautious, as if he was bracing himself for whatever I was about to throw at him for the umpteenth time. “Damien,” I replied. “I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me.” There was a pause on the other end, and I could almost hear the gears in his mind turning. “What is it?” I swallowed hard, trying to steady my nerves. “Katarina… Was there anyone apart from Santino who would have wanted revenge for her death?” His silence was
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Twenty-Nine
Lauren's POV I sat across from Shirley’s father, the realization of the truth sinking into me but refusing to settle. My mind was still reeling from the revelation, the connection that I had never imagined possible. Shirley and Katarina were sisters. How had I missed that? How had Damien missed it? Or had he known all along? Most importantly, why had Shirley hid it from me this whole time? He looked older than I remembered, though it had been years since I’d seen him. There was a weariness in his eyes, a heaviness that suggested he had been carrying secrets for far too long. And now, it seemed, he was ready to let it all go and reveal it all. “Tell me everything,” I repeated, my words sounding more like a plea than a demand. He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “I will. But understand, Lauren, this is not a story with a happy ending. Whatever you find out right now, how you choose to take action about it is up to you.” I didn’t need to be
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty
Lauren's POV I drove back to the house, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My mind raced with the everything that I had just discovered. Shirley. Katarina. Sisters. The whole time, she’d known. She’d known, and she hadn’t said a damn thing. My stomach churned, a mix of anger and nausea rising in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to believe it, but the pieces were starting to fall into place, and I had to confront her. As I entered the house, I found Shirley waiting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable. The air between us was thick with unspoken words. I wasn’t sure how to start, but I knew I couldn’t back down now. “So, you knew?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended. Shirley’s eyes flicked to mine, her gaze cool as if I was the crazy one and she couldn’t have possibly done anything wrong. “Knew what, Lauren?” I laughed bitterly. “Don’t you dare play dum
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-One
Lauren's POV “You’ll never learn your lesson, Lauren,” I scolded myself as I stood with my arms wrapped around my body to keep from the cold, which didn’t do much since there was more cold rising inside me than the one that was brought by the night air. Jameson had arranged for us to meet close to the port, right under an empty shed. The moment I stepped there, I realized that maybe Damien was right. I had been foolishly putting my life in danger this whole time for no reason, and I could end up dead. It was even a miracle that I was standing there. I took my phone out of my pocket, deciding to call Jameson for the second time to remind him that I was waiting for him in case he had forgotten. “You don’t really have much patience, especially when it comes to your mother, do you?” He asked with a light chuckle before I got the chance to ask him where he was and why he was taking so long to show up. “Can you at least make it here in the next five minutes?”
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Two
Lauren's POV Shirley was responsible for my mother’s death. I scoffed at the thought of that as I looked over at Jameson. Even if the pieces fit together in theory, it didn’t make any sense. Shirley had lost a lot as well. There was just no way that it was possible. “That’s ridiculous,” I finally said, taking multiple steps away from Jameson to clear my head. But no matter how many times I tried to shove it out of my head, the thought still came back. “It’s not. You and I know it’s not. Even if you refuse to admit it out loud, I know that in your heart, you’re thinking about it,” he said. I shook my head and started to walk towards my car. All I wanted was to go to bed, close my eyes, and wake up the next morning without a single recollection of what I had just been told. Jameson, not willing to read the room and figure out that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, walked behind me and just kept talking. “What are you going to do about this? I
Married To The Devil Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Three
Lauren's POV I barely got a wink of sleep that night as all I could bring myself to think about was how to tell Shirley that I had a suspicion that she knew something about my mother’s death. I didn’t know what I would do if it turned out to be true, but I didn’t know what I would do if she was innocent either. “I’ll have French toast and a glass of orange juice, please,” I said to the chef as I walked into the kitchen that morning without even waiting for him to ask me what I wanted to have. I sat down in the dining room as I waited for my breakfast, nervously fiddling with my fingers and taking deep breaths. I filled my head with questions on whether or not it was a good idea to even say anything to Shirley. If she turned out to be innocent, she would never want to see my face or even pick my call again. “Ma’am?” One of the security guards called out to me as he entered the dining room, causing me to look up and nod at him to show that he had my attention.
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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
