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Married To The Devil Chapter Twenty-Two
“Katarina? What are you… Who told you about my mother?” I frowned, the shock of it all settling in my bones at the one person who knew about it – Damien. I wasn’t sure about Damien picking up the phone and calling Katarina to tell her about my mother and my struggles. “Why does it matter who I heard it from? I just called to make sure you’re doing okay. If you want, I can come over to keep you company until you’re doing fine. Would that be okay?” She asked, and I only realized just how annoyed I was by her voice at that very moment. “I’m doing pretty fine, thank you for the offer. I don’t want you coming just yet. I have some things to sort out with myself before I can see or talk to anyone again,” I said and hung up to have the last word. I sighed, placing my hands against my hips and looking at the ceiling as I thought about how I would approach and confront Damien about it. Just because he had been of big help didn’t mean he had the right to go around an
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“Why aren’t you answering me? Is your mother a drug addict or not?” Darla pressed as I stood in front of her, my mouth opening and closing for lack of words forming in my head as I tried to explain but had no idea what there was to explain to her. “Enough, Darla. Stop harassing her. This isn’t what you should be saying to her at a time like this,” Damien said, taking her hand and pulling her away from me so that I could have enough space to turn to the table and place the plate on the table as my appetite eluded me. “What do you mean by that? I just found out that her mother stole drugs worth over two million dollars, Damien. By your reaction, I can tell that you know all about this. Why doesn’t this bother you?!” She grabbed his shoulders and shook him as if shaking some sense into him. “Stop acting like this, Darla. Remember that you are under my roof and I have no problems with getting you out if I want to,” he said to her, forcing her to take a seat.
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As soon as I saw the text on my phone, I didn’t hesitate to dial the number that had sent it to me, my nerves going every which way as I heard it ring until someone finally picked up the phone. “Hello? Who is this? Are you sure I can just come get her? Please just tell me this is real. I’ll be there right now,” I rambled into the phone, not knowing if it was going to annoy the person on the other side or if I was speaking to one of the people who had taken her in the first place. “I already gave you the address and everything else. Be here before she leaves,” a masculine voice on the other side of the phone came through, and I picked up my purse and burst out of the room. I paused in front of Damien’s door, not sure whether to tell him about it or not, but I figured that he must have fallen asleep after claiming to be tired. I sent a quick text to him from my phone to let him know that I was going to pick my mother up and was sure about it. When I di
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“Damien,” the man on the other side of the phone answered with surety after I asked him what it would take for me to get my mother, and I fell into an abyss of confusion. “What do you mean by that? How do you know his name? Just tell me what you want,” I asked, knowing fully well that I was getting glances from the driver seated beside me but not caring anyway. “I want to put you on a mission, Lauren, and your mother is the prize if you do things right. Are you ready to do what I ask of you?” he asked as if he was talking to a child, but I shoved my annoyance in the back of my mind. “What do you want me to do?” I asked after giving a sigh of defeat and closing my eyes, preparing to hear the worst. “Since that man trusts you enough now, you will have to gather substantial information about his business. Take pictures of his documents and files and send them to me through this number. Of course, you don’t need me to tell you that he must never know abo
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Damien and I gave each other looks of confusion as Detective Sam just told us that the person behind everything that was happening with my mother knew us both, which made me have some doubt in her. “I don’t think you understand,” I argued, shaking my head, even though I wasn’t sure that saying something like that to a detective was the smartest thing I could do. “My mother was taken away from me before I fully got introduced to Damien.” Detective Sam glanced at me as I explained the situation before glancing at Damien, who nodded to confirm that what I had said was true. “If that’s the case, then this person might not be someone you both know, but someone who knows you two. I can tell that they have been keeping their eyes on you two, and they probably know that you’re in here right now.” The fear that came from that thought hit me, and I shook my head. “No, they can’t. They’re never going to release her to me if they know that we’re working w
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“What?” I asked, stunned at the emergence of the new order that was never in the picture in the first place. “Did you not hear me the first time? How clear do I have to make myself?” He cleared his throat comically and spoke as if trying to break something down to a child. “I want you to put some tiny microphones all over Damien’s house just for me to be sure that you’re not telling him anything.” “How do you expect me to do all that? It’s not even my house. He knows the place more than I do, he’s definitely going to find half of them even if he doesn’t find them all.” At this, Damien looked at me consciously with a raised brow, and I blinked slowly to let him know that I would tell him when I hung up. “You have to find good hiding places in there, Lauren. Don’t make me be the one to give you ideas. I don’t know the exact layout of the old man’s house, but if you want me to break in…” “No, you can’t,” I said, shaking my head as if he could see me.
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“What do you have to say about my mother, Conrad?” I questioned, wiping my tears as if that would help in not letting him know that I had just been crying some seconds ago. “You didn’t tell me about it. How am I just finding out about it from someone in the family?” He questioned. I didn’t know which one to react to first – the fact that the news was still being passed around in the family and me being the point of discussion between everybody, or the audacity that Conrad had to be telling me something like that after everything. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that I was supposed to confide in you when any small thing happens to me, Conrad,” I said, the bitterness so obvious on my tongue that I could taste it. “This is not something small, Lauren. I know you’re still processing the shock of it, but you could have told me. Granted, I may not be the best person to tell about something like this as you understandably don’t trust me, but what about Shirley?”
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I almost gasped when mine and Damien’s lips touched that night, but I held it in the way I held my breath when I felt his hand snaking around my waist and holding me steady. His lips were warm and soft, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss them every day. When we pulled away, I finally took a deep breath as I finally caught myself, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “I’m so sorry.” “Why are you apologizing?” He questioned, and I made the words dance in my head for a moment as I asked myself the same thing – what was there to apologize for? It had been completely mutual, after all. “I think we should go to sleep,” I whispered, closing my eyes and closing the window of ever discussing what had just happened. I didn’t want to talk about it just yet as I wanted it to linger until the next morning when I was clear-headed enough to say something that made sense. “Goodnight, Lauren,” Damien said, and I could hear the
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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
