Lauren's POV “I don’t understand.” Damien shifted fully to look at me as though he had not heard my words, and I hated that I would probably have to repeat those words and end up piercing myself even deeper in the heart. “I don’t want to say it again, Damien. I know you heard me.” I shook my head. “I think you should, Lauren,” he argued. “If you can say it more than once, it could lead me to believe that you truly want to do it. Right now, I’m convinced that you’re not sure about it.” “I want to get a divorce, Damien,” I said again, forcing my face to remain straight as I started to find the sheets on the bed more interesting to look at than his face. “Did you just make that decision on a whim? You just thought about it and decided to say it out loud all of a sudden?” he guessed correctly, but I couldn’t give him a confirmation of it. He knew the answer to it. “I don’t think I want to get treated. Things are hard enough as they are, and it would b
“The cells are not as much right now, as we have caught them early,” the doctor said as we sat in the hospital the next morning. “You will have to start chemotherapy as soon as possible, with strong antibiotics to stop the growth and the spread.” “I’m ready to start anytime. I’ll even start it right now if you want,” I said before my desperation to get better would sink back into me and I would start to get second thoughts on the whole thing once again. “I will prescribe drugs for you, and we will have to admit you and keep you under observation. Will that be okay with you?” the doctor asked. “That’s fine.” I nodded, turning to Damien with a faint smile “I want her to get the best treatment that you can give her. She has to beat this at all costs. Is that something you can assure me of?” he asked the doctor, whose first reply was a nervous laugh. “Of course, I can assure you that she will be well taken care off and treated per the nation’s standa
Lauren's POV I opened my eyes and heard muffled voices coming from somewhere in the room. I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but I knew that I’d had a crying session with the doctor about being afraid to die before I slept off. “…that he’s not going to come here,” I heard Damien’s familiar voice saying to someone else. “You know just how difficult he is. He’s not going to listen to me. You’re the only one who can go toe to toe with him. I don’t even have that energy and time to spend arguing,” Darla’s voice replied. “You’re awake,” Damien said to me as I struggled to sit up and they both helped me up. “What’s happening? I heard you two arguing,” I inquired, looking from one to the other as they both held identical expressions on their face. “It’s nothing too important. You don’t have to worry about it. It has to do with work, and she keeps pestering me,” Damien explained, but from Darla’s face, I could tell that that was not the exact case. It was
Lauren's POV Damien was extremely quick to stand up and walk out of the hospital room that I was in after telling me to remain in there and not make a move to leave. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t,” I replied, showing him the IV connected to my hand. “I’m too tired to stand up anyway.” As he slammed the door shut and went out, I turned to Darla who had a worried expression on her face. It got me curious enough to want to know the intensity of the differences between Damien and his brother and how much of a mess they would make out there. “How big of a scene is Jameson making?” I inquired, pulling her out of her mind. “Not nearly as big enough as what will happen when Damien goes out there,” she answered. “He kept asking to see his brother’s wife from the receptionist, and he forbade her from calling the room. He almost forced himself into the elevator.” My brows rose to the sky as I imagined what Damien would be saying to him in that moment.
Lauren's POV “You seem to have heard enough about me,” Jameson said, laughing as I avoided eye contact with him. “What have you heard? Pray tell.” “Get the fuck out of my house right before I do something that we’re both going to regret,” Damien said, taking me towards a couch and placing me down on it. “He’s not going to do anything to you.” “You’re falling in the same trap that father fell into,” Jameson said to Damien. “It’s surprising that you don’t see it. Even if you don’t, it’s distressing that nobody else told you about it. Why didn’t you tell him that the same thing that happened to father—” “Talk about him one more time,” Damien threatened, “and I will not hesitate to kill you.” Jameson tilted his head to the side, chuckling. “I was not there to watch you grow up. Not that any of that is my fault since you didn’t hesitate to throw me in prison when you had the chance. The one thing I’m glad about is that you grew up to be a proper man.
Lauren's POV “I did no such thing,” I denied as I shifted against the armrest of the couch. “Not on purpose, at least.” “From what I heard, just days after your wedding, you were kidnapped and taken away. That put enough stress on him, and as if that was not enough, your death was faked. After that, you came back into his life with a child that you ended up losing after getting shot. “All that happened right after my brother was shot. He was shot because he wanted to step away from the family business, which wanted to do for you.” “I don’t—” “If there’s any part of the story that I got wrong, do let me know.” He smirked at me, knowing that I could not dispute it as untrue. It left me wondering just how much he knew and who had given him that information all so soon. I knew that asking him about it would yield no results because he was already waiting for my answer and was not going to back down. “None of it was my fault,” I defended.
Lauren's POV The sound of Damien’s gun cocking had Jameson looking in his direction with his hands mockingly raised in surrender. “I’m done with her, brother. You can come down and give me back my gun,” he said to Damien, who walked down the stairs and glared at his brother with murderous intent. “Step away from her,” he commanded Jameson, who still stood by me without moving, almost as if he was silently daring his brother to do something about it. “Are you going to get your special doctor to treat me as well, or is Darla the only member of your family that you care about?” Jameson asked him. “And why do you need my help all of a sudden?” Damien asked him, tilting his head. “Last I checked, you never appreciated any form of help from you. You refused any visits while you were in prison, and you came here to terrorize everyone that I care about. Why should I offer you help?” Jameson stared at his brother for a moment as he placed a hand over the
Lauren's POV There was a high chance that I would die at Jameson’s dinner party the more I put my thought into it. For one, I had gone there with his brother, who shared bad blood with him but he still loved enough to warn me about. And now… Now, he was holding my hand and staring at me, waiting for me to give him an explanation on what I had with his son before I got married to his brother. “Jameson, what do you think you’re doing?!” Damien yelled at him as a group of men held Damien down on a couch after the rest of the family went out through the back door, probably to where the main party was being held. I turned to see that even Darla was being held down against another couch with a knife being held against her neck. “Relax, little brother. You already had a fair share of fun when you shot me at your house and told me to leave. Let’s not forget that you’re in my house now, which means that you have to go by my rules,” Jameson reminded him before turning