All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Lauren's POV The night air was heavy, as if the darkness was pressing down on me. The tension between Damien and me had only grown. We had driven back to his place in silence, the weight of our unspoken thoughts hanging in the air between us. I could feel his eyes on me as I stared out the window, lost in my own world of unanswered questions. When we finally arrived at his living room, I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Damien,” I started, turning to face him as soon as we stepped inside, “why did you bring me here instead of my own house?” He paused, his hand still on the door handle as if he was contemplating whether to answer me or not. Then, with a deep sigh, he let go of the door and moved closer, his eyes meeting mine. “Lauren,” he began, his voice calm but firm, “I won’t let you stay there alone until I’ve confronted my brother.” I stiffened at the mention of Jameson. The very person I was planning to confront myself. I needed to tread carefully, no

Lauren's POV I turned slowly, my heart pounding in my chest as dread spread through my veins. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in the air, its sharp bang reverberating in my ears like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My eyes locked with Damien’s, and he was standing only a few feet away from me, his expression one of shock and disbelief. His hand instinctively went to his back, where blood was beginning to seep through his shirt. My stomach dropped. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my beating heart. Damien looked at me, his eyes wide and filled with a pain that mirrored the ache tearing through my chest. He staggered, his hand clutching the wound, and I looked behind him to see nobody else but his own brother holding the gun that had done the job. “Lauren…” Damien called out to me, his voice strained and weak from the pain. “Run… find a place to hide.” I wanted to move, to run to him and stop the blood seeping out of

Lauren's POV “Are you serious?!” Alice exclaimed after I shared my plans for the next day with her. I looked at her for a moment to see the absolute horror on her face as she looked at me and possibly hoped for me to go back on my word. “I’ll die anyway,” I told her with a shrug. “I have leukemia. I don’t believe Jameson is going to get me to see a doctor and keep my treatment going—” “But that does not give you the opening to just take your own life when you want to,” she interrupted. “Yes, there’s a lot going on right now, but you have to live. The people who have died so far, do you think they would want this decision for you?” I didn’t think too much about the answer before I scoffed. “They’re both dead. There’s nothing they could say to change my mind.” “We can get through this together,” she suggested. “We can plan an escape. All you have to do is pretend to follow whatever instructions that Jameson gives you. He’s not going to find out.” I

Lauren's POV I did not notice that I had let go of Shirley’s hands out of shock until she raised her hands to her face and started to cry harder. I stared at her, trying to turn her words in my head into something else so that what she had just said would not be true. “Jameson?” I asked, my voice low and soft as if he was right in front of the door, listening in on us. “He…he made you lose your baby?” “He didn’t make me lose the baby, Lauren.” She shook her head, sniffling. “He killed the baby. I felt it all. The pain of having the growing child taken out of me, and the knowledge of who had done it.” I had made a big mistake. I had messed it all up. I had brought Jameson right to their doorstep, and I had agreed to mend his relationship with Conrad. I turned back to Shirley with a frown on my face. “Does Conrad know what his father did?” I asked. Shirley was quick to shake her head in response to my question, almost as if Conrad’s knowledge of what his

Lauren's POV “Damien?” I said into the phone, and this was enough for the entire room to go silent as they looked at me in confusion and tried to find out if I was really talking to Damien over the phone. “Lauren, where are you? If you’re with Jameson, I need you to get out of there,” he instructed me. I knew just how bad things could get and how bad they had gotten in the past when I didn’t listen to him. This time, I was not going to take any chances. And I sure as hell would not let Shirley go down as well. “we need to leave,” I said as I turned to her, my heart pounding hard and fast in my chest as she got off the couch and approached me, confused. “Who are you with? Where are you? You have to tell me immediately,” Damien said on the other side of the phone as I grabbed Shirley by the hand. She looked at me, obviously scared, but I blinked at her to assure her that everything was going to be fine. “Conrad’s house,” I responded. As I he