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“What…what?” I stuttered, whipping my head in the direction of Damien, who still had his eyes on the road as if he had not uttered the most life-changing words to me just seconds ago. “Your rent, your mother’s debt, I can help you clear them,” he said again. At the second offer, I came to the cruel realization that none of that could come for free. One thing my father taught me before he died was that humans lived off of transactions – give some, take some. “What’s in it for you?” I asked the question that was hanging in the air the whole time, and I heard him chuckle in response. “You’re a smart one, Lauren,” he commented. “I’m not going to ask for much from you,” he spoke. “I’m only going to protect you from everything that’s happening. You will be taken under my wing as my fiancée to the public eye, and you will separate yourself from everything that binds you to your mother because you’re only going to get destroyed if you keep going around like
Married To The Devil Chapter Eight
Before I could ask Damien about Conrad, he quickly pulled away from me. “I have to take this,” he said, walking away and placing the phone against his ear as he started to speak to Conrad on the phone. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about properly, but the last thing I wanted to do was sneak up on him because I wanted to listen in on the conversation. “Just because I know a Conrad doesn’t mean he can’t know one,” I reminded myself. There were thousands – millions, even – of people who had the same name, and it was only a coincidence that Damien knew someone called Conrad, right? When Damien was done with the call, he returned and carried on with the conversation. “As I said earlier, I want you to turn in your resignation letter to your boss or your manager. The last thing I want is for us to be caught in the ruthless rumours of the business world. If you get to be known as my fiancée, people will want to keep tabs on you from the press. I don
Married To The Devil Chapter Nine
A long and awkward silence filled the table following Katarina’s admission to what Damien did to her. “I don’t hold it against him, by the way.” She raised her hands in surrender. “I mean, it would have been better and less embarrassing if he had just told me before the wedding, don’t you agree?” I silently agreed with her, but I was too lost for words to say a thing. I could feel Damien looking at me, but the last thing I wanted to do was make eye contact, so I settled for looking down at the delicious pastry and popping little pieces of it into my mouth as Katarina kept going. “Anyway, enough about me. That’s in the past, anyway. I wish you two the best of luck in your future marriage. Just…show up this time, Damien. Don’t embarrass the little girl.” “I’ll be on my way now,” she sighed, getting up and checking the watch on her wrist. “You were right, Damien; I do have somewhere to be. I must have forgotten.” My eyes trailed her as she left,
Married To The Devil Chapter Ten
“What uncle?” I asked, frowning at Conrad as I walked out of the kitchen with him to prevent the assistants from hearing us and finding out what exactly was going on. Damien couldn’t possibly be the uncle that Conrad was talking about, it didn’t make any sense. “What do you mean your uncle owns the place, Conrad?” I asked as we got to the privacy of the living room. “Where is Uncle Damien, and what are you doing in his house?” The truth hit me with a pang in the chest, and I could barely keep my feet grounded as I stared at Conrad, hoping to open my eyes all of a sudden and find myself in bed to realize that I was only dreaming, but nothing was going on. “He went out for a business meeting,” I answered his first question, shoving his second question aside, even when I knew that he was not going to let it slide that easily. “What are you doing in my uncle’s house, having breakfast, Lauren?” he asked again, glaring at me. “I… He’s sheltering me.
Married To The Devil Chapter Eleven
“You seem to have made up your mind so quickly,” Damien observed, and I didn’t know what it was supposed to imply, but I nodded at him in response. “I thought about it as I went over to work. I realised that it’s not the right thing to do. I don’t want this to turn into something that it’s not. I know how fast this could turn awkward, just the way it was earlier. I don’t want it to be this way,” I admitted. “As much as I’m not one to help you make decisions or force you to take mine, I’ll have you know that I don’t see Conrad very much, and you won’t have to. If that’s what bothers you so much, I just thought to let you know about it. Besides, you only have so much time to think about it. You have nowhere to go right now, Lauren.” “I know that, but I’m going to keep working and—” “And how much does your job pay you in a day for you to get by? You can’t up and find an apartment right now, Lauren, and we both know it,” he carefully reminded me of my st
Married To The Devil Chapter Twelve
My eyes widened as I opened the text and read the words over and over, a triumphant smile making its way out of my mouth. Mom: Send proof that you have the money to help your mother out. I’ll decide when and how for you to get the money to us after that. Cash only. “I still don’t know if you’re excited or just completely horrified.” I jumped at the sound of Damien’s voice, as I had forgotten that he was there with me. “I just got a text from the people who took my mom away, look.” I showed the phone to him and waited for his eyes to scan the phone before he handed it back to me with an understanding nod. “We better get into action as soon as possible. People like this rarely trust others, and I’m sure he probably thinks that you’re only trying to deceive him. I’ll make a call to the bank and get the money so that we can show them that we’re serious about this.” I stared at him, partly shocked that he wasn’t fazed by the amount of money we were suppos
Married To The Devil Chapter Thirteen
Conrad and I dated for almost three years, and not once had I met his family. “My father is barely in the country anymore. Even I don’t get to see him that much, and I’m his son!” He had once complained to me when I had asked him about meeting his father and why I had not done it. “My mother is just as busy as my father, even if she’s in the country. We can’t always catch her. We have all the time in the world, Lauren. You can meet her anytime because I’m not going anywhere,” he had assured me again when I brought up the topic of meeting his mother. Every other event of meeting the parents after that would always lead to an argument, and Conrad was a brilliant man. He would make sure that he twisted the narrative, even to me. He would accuse me of not trusting him and being too clingy and obsessed, and sometimes I believed him. Now, just three months into screwing my best friend, he had told his uncle about her and was bringing her to a family event.
Married To The Devil Chapter Fourteen
“It’s so refreshing to see you for two whole days in a row, don’t you think?” Katarina laughed as she carelessly flung her arms around Damien’s neck in a loud display. “It feels just like old times, this rare sight.” “Alright, Katarina,” Damien said, pulling away from the hug and taking her hands off. “I’m sure you’ve met my fiancée, Lauren.” “Ah, yes!” Katrina exclaimed. “The one who’s old enough to drink, or so she claims. The entire family is just dying to meet you.” “Why are you here?” Damien asked as she walked with us down the long hallway. As if he could sense the tension I felt, he took my hand and made small, soothing circles on the back of my hand to silently assure me that it would be okay. “Last I checked, I was told that it would be a family-only gathering.” “I’m almost like family to you, Damien. It’s quite insulting that you don’t see me that way. Your sister invited me, anyway,” she replied in her defence. At the sound of that,
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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
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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
