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.
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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
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