Lauren's POV When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I felt was the sharp, pounding ache in my head. The room was dim, the curtains only partially drawn, letting in slivers of sunlight that made me wince. I rolled over, expecting to find the bed empty, but there was a faint dent in the sheets beside me. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered. Damien. I groaned silently, hoping and praying that I had imagined him being here, that it was just a piece of my drunken delirium. The thought of him actually being here, of him hearing my embarrassing confession, made my stomach twist with dread. I forced myself to sit up, the pounding in my head intensifying with each movement. “Please, let it have been a dream,” I whispered. Deep down, I knew better. I could still feel the warmth of his hand, the weight of his presence beside me. And the words I had let slip in the haze of alcohol. “I love you.” The memory hit me. How co
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
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
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
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
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
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?”
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