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Married To The Devil Chapter Thirty-Six
“Just who do you think you are to call me and tell me something like that?” I snapped as soon as Conrad stopped talking. Jade tapped me on the arm and gave me a questioning brow raise, but I shook my head and blinked at her to assure her that everything would be fine. “This is not the time to argue with me over what you think I’m saying or not. You may think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t. I know that you’re desperate for all the help you can get and that’s why you’re going through with the wedding this fast, but it’s not worth it. You’re better off sorting this out by yourself.” There was some kind of urgency in his voice that made me want to give his words a thought, but the words he used threw me off and annoyed me enough to postpone thinking about anything until I was alone. “I am not desperate for anything,” I denied. “I think it’s better for you to forget that I have this number. Never call me again, and focus on your fiancée.”
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Due to the conditions that I had grown up in, I never had the time to sit and daydream about what my dream wedding would be. I didn’t have a certain Prince Charming image in my head until I met Conrad, and I never thought that I would be getting married to his uncle right in front of him while he was engaged to my former best friend, Shirley. “I don’t think I’m breathing properly. I think the corset of the dress is too tight,” I admitted to Jade, who sat by me in the car on the way to the venue of the wedding. Jade had shown up earlier with an entire team of stylists to do my hair and makeup, and I had been uneasy and nervous since then. “I think you should try breathing in,” Jade laughed, taking my hand and giving it a small squeeze to help me take a deep breath. “You keep holding your breath.” “I don’t have a father. I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle,” I confessed as my chest tightened with the urge to break down and sob.
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I had grown sick and tired of everyone around me telling me to leave Damien and that I was making a huge mistake, treating me like a child that they couldn’t explain a thing as they expected me to make decisions based on how they felt about things. “You know, things would be so much better if you just told me what this whole thing is all about. I still don’t know who you all think the problem is – me or Damien,” I told Darla, exhausted from everything. “I’m afraid you can’t know what it’s about. As for who the problem is, it’s neither of you. I just believe that you’re vulnerable and susceptible to some things that you might not like when you start to live with Damien as his wife.” I found it comical that she was telling me that after I had gotten married to Damien. There was also an urge to ask her if she had said the same thing to Katarina, her friend. Instead, I turned around and walked away. “There’s really nothing we can do about it now,” I mutt
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“What do you mean by that?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion as he raised his hand and handed me the keys to the house. “This is the house I’m gifting to you for our marriage,” he explained. “Oh, I can’t.” I gasped, giving the keys back to him. “You know I can’t take it, Damien. We’re not going to be married for very long. This is too much.” “Lauren, you’re going to take it,” he argued, moving back so that he would not take the keys from me. “If we ever do get divorced later, I don’t want you to start over from a difficult place. You now have a place to stay for the rest of your life with your mother.” “It’s too much. Maybe something smaller could suffice. Besides, I didn’t get you anything,” I admitted. I had not held it in mind that I was supposed to get him something, and the shame of it would not let me take the house. “Lauren.” He held me by the shoulders and shook his head. “You will not reject it.” There was silenc
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“I’m coming to get her now,” I said to the kidnapper over the phone the next morning, referring to my mother. Damien had gotten called for a work emergency, so I had asked him to drive me back to the house before he left, where I took a shower and made the call. “You weren’t home throughout yesterday. A little bird told me that you finally got married to that old man of yours. Don’t you think it’s insensitive, getting married to someone when your mother is in the hands of someone who could kill her?” he taunted. “Please, just…” I closed my eyes and shook my head, not ready to have that conversation with anyone, especially the person who took her away from me. “I’ll be there in a while.” “You should be. This is going to be interesting,” he muttered before hanging up the phone. I took a taxi to the address that I was given, my heart going a mile a minute as I thought of the possibilities. What if I did something wrong at the last minute and she
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“Katarina?” I stared at her in shock as she stared back with nothing but absolute contempt and murderous intent. The other kidnappers saw my surprise as the perfect opportunity to get me into the van, so they pushed me and sat on either side of me with Katarina getting in last with the gun still aimed at me. “I don’t understand how… You have been a part of it this whole time?” I asked, my eyes narrowed at her as a lump started to grow in my chest and weigh me down. “Not the whole time,” she said as she finally put the gun down when the van started to move. “You almost had her, you know. The first time at the first club, you were so close, but I was closer.” At first, I was confused by her words, and then I realized that the first group of people who had kidnapped her were not the same as Katarina’s people. She laughed when she saw the realization growing on my face and widening my eyes as she confirmed it; “Yes, we took her from the first club
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“I don’t understand. What do you want me to tell him when he picks up the phone?” I asked her as she handed the phone to call Damien with. “Tell him that the kidnappers told you something about him that you were shocked to find out about, and let him know that you’re shattered by what you have just found out. Because of the betrayal that you feel, you want to get a divorce from him,” she recited. “That’s not possible. We only got married yesterday,” I protested, shaking my head. “Besides, Damien is never going to believe that I want a divorce just like that.” “Oh, so you now know him more than I do?” she asked me with a glare that said she was daring me to answer to that. Defeated, I took the phone and dialed Damien’s number, placing it against my ear. It didn’t take over two seconds of the phone to ring before Damien picked up the phone. “Lauren, how are you doing? You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m doing everything I can to fi
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I never thought I would have second thoughts about getting divorced from Damien at the last possible second, but the minute I took the pen and the papers from Katarina, they suddenly got too heavy to hold. “This does not mean that he’s going to get back together with you, Katarina,” I reminded her, and she laughed at my words. “I’m not necessarily going to get back together with him, even though I have plans to. I’m just trying to let you and him know that if I can’t have him, it’ll be almost impossible for anyone else to. Sign the papers.” I looked down at the paper, not sure what to do with myself except sign the papers just the way she wanted, but I had one more request to make. “You’re going to let me leave here with my mother, alive, and you’re never going to come looking for us if things don’t go your way. Give me your word on that, and I will sign them.” I was most likely going to get out of the area with my mother, probably to another
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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?
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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
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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
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“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
