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Married To The Devil Chapter Forty
“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
Married To The Devil Chapter Forty-Four
Damien's POVIt had been a full day since I had last talked to Lauren and she had asked for a divorce. The men that I had gathered to track where the call had been made from were barely doing anything but typing away at computers and telling me that they were getting closer. “What’s the update? Have you managed to track her yet?” I asked them, losing count of just how many times I had asked that question. “It’s only difficult right now because we have been picking signals from different cell phone towers. We’re trying to narrow it down,” they replied. Yes, Lauren had told me that she wanted a divorce, even when I told her to give me a sign to show if she was with the kidnappers or not, but it was still hard for me to come to terms with it. I had a bad feeling about everything. “Mr. Goldberg?” one of the agents walked into the office with a flat, brown envelope. “This came in for you.” I took the envelope and opened it as patiently as my hands would l
Married To The Devil Chapter Forty-Five
Damien's POV “She’s dead,” Katarina said to me after I asked her what had happened to Lauren and where she was, and her tears were flowing freely as she looked at me and gave me a pleading look. I was perfect at detecting lies, but it was hard to know what this one was. One thing I knew was that it couldn’t possibly be true. Lauren could not be dead. Things just didn’t work that way. “Stop messing around, Kate. This is not something you should be joking about. If you think for one second that I’m not going to pull the trigger, then you are surely mistaken,” I informed her, but that was just my way of letting her tell me the truth one more time so that it would sink in as it hadn’t. “None of this would have happened if you truly loved me, Damien,” she sobbed, but I didn’t care about any of that. “I made a small mistake that could have been fixed if we had just talked, but you walked away from me without listening to my side of the story.” “Katarina!” I
Married To The Devil Chapter Forty-Six
The screams that shot out of Katarina’s mouth were enough to deafen me as she held on to her right leg, which I had shot and was now bleeding against the tiles of my living room, but they were enough to assure me that I had hurt her as badly as I had meant to. “That’s not even nearly as close to the pain that you put Lauren through when you did all the things you did to her and her mother. Did you think she died on impact when you hit her with the truck?” I asked. My mind reeled with the images of Lauren struggling to breathe as pain overtook every part of her after being hit by the truck that Katarina had been behind the wheel of. “Ah!” she yelled, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “You cannot do this to me! You have to take me to the hospital!” “Tell me one thing, Katarina,” I said through her screams that I no longer wished to hear any more now. “You said you didn’t mean to kill her, and you only wanted to cause her some injuries,
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Damien's POV “If you’re going to kill me, just go ahead and do it,” Katarina hissed in pain, grabbing onto her leg and squeezing it as a way to reduce the pain. “The more you tell me to kill you, the less I want to do it. If you prefer to die, you should know that I’m not going to give you that satisfaction,” I reminded her. She shook her head, taking deep breaths just as I stood up and took her hand to force her to stand. “Would you still like to get married to me? This is why you did all of that, after all,” I told her. Her eyes flew towards the glass of alcohol I had in my hand before looking back at me. “I think you’re drunk. Maybe you should sleep this off. Things don’t have to be like this between us. I’m sorry for everything I did, Damien. I’m going to do everything I can to find her body so that you can give her a proper funeral. Forget the wedding, I don’t need to get married to you.” “Begging is not going to change anything, K
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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
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?
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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
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
