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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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“What do you want?” Damien asked without even turning around to see what was happening, his voice cool and calm. It was almost as if he had expected it to happen and had seen it one too many times to be fazed by it. “Turn around with that bag,” he ordered, and Damien did exactly as he said, his eyes going towards my face immediately. He gave me a slow blink of assurance, and I could only nod at him as I chose to believe that he knew what he was doing and how to handle the situation without anyone having to get hurt. “Again, what do you want?” Damien repeated. This time, his voice was stern, as if he was indirectly letting the man know that his patience was wearing thin. I wanted to remind him so badly that he was not the one with the knife, and this man could easily have me killed in front of him if he smelled anything that seemed like a threat. I didn’t want to die before getting my mother back. Not like that. “What’s in the bag?” the man ask
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Damien and I stared at each other for a moment as we silently processed the fact that we no longer had access to privacy in the house anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed the number of the kidnapper to tell him that I had done the job for added measure. “I know, I know. You have done quite okay with the setup. If I have any complaints against it, I will not hide it from you,” he informed. “Is there anything you want from me right now? I’m willing to do it if it means I can see my mother sooner.” I looked at Damien as I said that, and he gave me a nod of approval to let the kidnapper hear the desperation in my voice for him to trust that I would not disappoint him. “Do not get too eager, Lauren. Your mother can wait, and I still have to know that the old man of yours does not know about this little arrangement of ours. I’ll call you anytime soon. If you do not pick up, I’ll take it as a sign that you are ignoring me.” I took a deep breath,
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It didn’t surprise me too much that Darla’s apology to me was not genuine, but getting proof of it still had a certain hit to it that took me aback for a moment after she told me to leave her brother alone. “I don’t think I understand,” I said, shaking my head as she frowned even deeper at me. “I don’t know what little agreement you both have with each other, but I already told you I’m protective over my brother. You look like a lot of trouble, from how young you are to the situation your mother is in. Not to mention that you were once Conrad’s girlfriend. Don’t you get a sense of shame when you remember that Damien is Conrad’s uncle?” I stared at her for a moment as I tried to come up with words that would not sound too disrespectful when I said them out loud, no matter how hard it was. “Damien is an adult,” I lectured, feeling strange about telling her something that was brazenly obvious. “He knows what he’s doing, even more than I am. I don’t understand w
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“What do you want?” I demanded from the kidnapper. “Well, first of all, I want us to get even more familiar with each other. Call me Jax if you want to,” he introduced, and I could hear the way he taunted me in his tone of voice. “You said you had my first mission for me. Please, tell me what it is,” I said. “I want you to go into your old man’s office, manage to fish him out of there, and I want you to find a file which says New Construction. When you find it, take a picture of every single document in the file and send them all to me,” he commanded. “And you have just thirty minutes to do that,” he said, hanging up and not giving me the time to say anything else. I walked out and towards the office, knocking on the door and waiting for Damien to open the door. “Come on in,” I heard him from inside the office, causing me to open the door and walk in to meet him raising his brow at me. I picked up my phone and texted him exactly
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Jax had Damien’s cellphone number. Damien was now on the phone with the man who had kidnapped my mother. My eyes widened when I heard Jax’s voice come through the speaker of Damien’s phone, making me slap a hand over my mouth in surprise. “May I know who this is? It’s quite disrespectful to call someone if you’re going to insult them,” Damien said, but he obviously knew who it was from the way he was looking at me and communicating with his eyes for me to calm down and listen. Jax laughed in response to what Damien had said. “I knew you would be some sort of serious man to talk to. Even your angry voice sounds like you’re discussing business with me,” he teased. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you where you are in the house now.” I started to ask myself if he had caught on to the silence, and my heart jumped when I figured it out. If he was listening to Damien from the wiretaps as well, he would know that we were in a room where there was no wiretap.
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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
