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Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-One
Lauren's POV “Darla?” I called out to her with a faint voice, looking at her with eyes brewed with tears as I placed my hand over my stomach to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t stopping. Darla was staring at me almost helplessly, walking up to me slowly and carefully with her hands held out to me. Tears were rolling down her cheeks as well, and I was starting to lose my breath. “Oh, my God,” she muttered, pushing Santino to the side. “What did you do to her? How could you do this?! What are you trying to achieve with this?!” “Stay out of this, Darla!” Santino replied, taking her by the hair and prying her away from me so carelessly that she hit the coffee table on her back. “Baby, we didn’t plan to shoot anyone. You said you would not take any actions like this unless we were in deep trouble that we couldn’t get out of,” Katarina said, approaching Santino and taking him by the arm as she looked at me with worry. “No, we didn’t plan to shoot anyone
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Two
Lauren's POV I was officially a worse mother than mine was when she was still with me when my father was sick. How did I let a three-week-old die without even trying? “Take a deep breath, Lauren,” I heard Damien tell me as he took my hand and demonstrated taking a deep breath for me to follow, which was how I realized that I had been holding my breath since the news was broken to me. “I can’t,” I gasped, shaking my head. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything. I couldn’t even protect my child. “Lauren, I know that this is hard. I know it’s going to be hard for the next days to come, but we are going to get through this together. I want you to know that none of this was your fault—” “No, no, no,” I denied his words as tears welled my eyes and fell along my cheeks. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t do everything I could. What could the baby have done? It was my responsibility to protect our child, Damien.” “If you’re going to pin the blame on
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Three
Lauren's POV “Help,” Katarina whispered, staring at me with helpless eyes, almost as if something had died in them in the few hours that she had spent in the basement. Katarina and Santino were hanging from the ceiling of the basement, their hands tied so tightly and raised up in the air with blood dripping down their bodies. “What…what happened to them?” I stuttered, looking at Damien who did not seem to be bothered about anything. He simply stared at them with nothing but hatred in his eyes, like he was thinking of other ways to make them suffer more than they already had. “Nothing too bad just yet,” Damien answered. “I don’t believe they have reached their breaking point just yet. You can ask them whatever questions you have. Hopefully, they can muster the strength to speak.” I took small and cautious steps towards them with a deep breath. “So, you two wanted me to convince Damien about divorce. You said you had a plan to bring forth after eve
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Four
Lauren's POV “Mom?!” I asked, getting off the bed as I heard her burst into sobs and someone else in the background yelling to hold her down. “Hello? Is anyone there? What’s going on?! Hello?!” I called out, but there was nobody there, and Darla was now taking my shoulders and telling me to calm down. As soon as the line went dead, I collapsed back onto the couch with my face in my palms and shameful tears rolling down my cheeks. “Oh, God. This is all my fault. I think she’s trying to escape. I shouldn’t have told her just yet. I just wanted her to know. I didn’t want her to have her hopes up. Oh, no,” I muttered. “Talk to me, Lauren. What happened? We can sort this out. Do we need to go see your mother?” Darla questioned. “Can we do that? I think I need to see her to find out how she’s doing,” I said with a nod. “Yes, I really need to see her. Can we go today?” “Where is Damien, even? Damien!” she called out to her brother, who was now ex
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Five
Lauren's POV “Mrs. Goldberg, how are you doing now?” I was bombarded by a doctor as soon as I opened my eyes in the hospital room. “What happened? Why am I back here? Where’s Damien? My stomach hurts,” I rambled as my eyes moved across the room and confusion hit me from all angles. “Mr. Goldberg will be arriving shortly. He went down to sort out everything with your health. Your wound opened up when you were stressed, and it started to bleed. Right now, you don’t have to worry about it getting worse. I just want to see about the other symptoms.” “What other symptoms?” I asked with narrowed eyes. “I was just shot. There’s nothing too serious about it now that the wound has been dressed, right?” The doctor gave me a glance and went back to his clipboard with a nod. “Indeed,” he confirmed. “I just want to make sure that there’s nothing more for some follow-up, is that okay with you?” I knew that there was close to nothing I could do even if I di
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Six
Lauren's POV My hands slowly let go of Damien’s as I stared at him and foolishly waited for him to tell me that he was joking, as if he would lie about something like that in the first place. “Lauren,” he said in a tone that was telling me to calm down and not have an explosive reaction to the news, but I could barely hear a word he said as the former ones still rang in my head. “The doctor caught it on time. It’s still in the early stages.” …you have leukemia… “I don’t think you understand,” I said with a shake of my head. “My father… My father died of leukemia. This… How can this be happening to me?” “You are not going to die, Lauren. We can get your treatment started as soon as possible. There really is nothing to panic about.” I looked back at him, only to see that he was also holding himself back from panicking. Sure, he could tell me a million times not to panic, but I knew better than to believe that he was internally calm about it.
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Seven
Lauren's POV “I don’t think you can just pull her out of the center, Mrs. Goldberg. If there’s any complaint on your mind, you can let us know and we will make possible changes for you,” the woman on the other end said. “Oh, you don’t understand. I have no complaints. I just want her out. I’ll take care of her when she’s out, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t return to drugs.” I knew just how hard things would be as I said them, but I was left with no other choice. “Your mother was registered by one signatory, and that happens to be Mr. Goldberg. Without his approval, I’m afraid this will not be possible,” she explained to me. I knew that there was no convincing Damien over something like that. I would have told him about it before he left the room if that were possible. “Does Mr. Goldberg support this decision?” the woman asked, reminding me of her presence on the other side of the phone. “I haven’t spoken to him about it yet. I just thought that s
Married To The Devil Chapter Seventy-Eight
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
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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
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“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
