All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lauren's POV “What do you suggest we do about this?” Conrad asked, staring at Damien. It was evident, the fear looming in the car and hovering above us after the phone call from Matteo. It was no use trying to hide it. The situation was terrifying. Damien grinded his teeth as the doctor cleaned the wound in his back, unable to give an answer to Conrad even if he wanted to. “We should all run away,” Shirley suggested, making us all turn heads in her direction as she continued. “How long and how far is this man willing to pursue us! If we all go to separate places—me and Conrad, then you and Lauren—he wouldn’t even know the people he wants to go for.” In response, Damien sighed and shook his head. “I wish things were really that easy, Shirley. That family is unhinged, if I do say so myself since I know what kind of a person my brother is. Matteo will stop at nothing to get his revenge. There is no running away.” “Besides,” he continued after a moment of tense

Lauren's POV Shirley’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at me in disbelief after my confession of wanting to see Matteo alone. “Lauren, are you out of your mind!?” She yelled, her sharp voice cutting through the tense air around us. “Why on earth would you even think about doing that? I might not know him, but I know he’s dangerous, and I’m sure you know it too. He’s not someone you just walk up to and strike up some conversation with.” I felt the every single word she said and how true they were, but I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t let fear dictate my actions. “I might not have met him as well, but I know exactly what kind of person Matteo is, Shirley. Yes, he’s a dangerous man. But that’s precisely why I need to do this.” My voice was steadier than I felt inside. “The only way to get off his list of people to hurt is to head straight for him and come to an agreement. If we wait around, doing nothing, he’ll come for us when we least expect

Lauren's POV As I sat across from Matteo, the phone pressed tightly to my ear, the detective’s presence accompanied by the last words he had told me lingering in the air. There was a high possibility that the man seated in front of me was my mother’s killer. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and avoid sending any hints to Matteo. There was a pause on the other end, the kind that made me want to fill it with more questions that the detective probably didn’t have answers for. “It’s what our suspect claimed, Mrs. Goldberg. But we’re not fully certain yet. We’re going to bring Matteo in for questioning first thing tomorrow morning.” My grip on the phone tightened as I glanced up at Matteo. He was watching me, his lips curling into a mocking smile that made my stomach turn. I tried everything I could to keep my expression neutral, nodding as if the detective could see me. “Okay, thank you for letting me know. Pl

Lauren's POV The drive to the police station was even more nerve-wracking than anything. My mind traveled to all the places possible as I thought about Matteo and what grand stunt he wanted to pull. Was he trying to make a point to bring me to the station and tell me that even with the police present, I couldn’t do anything to him? “Come on, come on, come on!” I said to myself, honking at nothing as I drove past the countryside house that still had a hole gaping from the side of it from the explosion. I slammed my foot on the brake pedals as I almost sped past the station in a bid to get there as fast as possible. The action caused me to get lurched forward aggressively with just the seat belt being there to slam me back in place. An officer walked towards the car, knocking on the window and signaling for me to wind it down. “Ma’am, are you okay?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me as he glanced around at the interior of the car to see if anyone else wa

Lauren's POV My legs trembled beneath me as I quickly pushed myself off the ground, the world going past me in a blur. Panic surged through me, hotter and faster than I could control. I lunged forward, grabbing Shirley by the arms. My heart raced, and my mind spun with terrifying thoughts as I remembered what became of the house in the countryside and the car that I was in with Damien. “Where is it!?” I demanded, my voice shaking as I frantically felt around her body, searching for the explosive that was ticking away and counting the last possible minutes, or even seconds, that we had. “Lauren, stop!” Shirley cried out, her hands shoving me away with force, surprisingly stronger than the first. I stumbled back, my heart hammering against my ribs, but I refused to let go. I couldn’t let her do this. “No! I’m not letting you do this!” I yelled, desperation clawing at my throat. I reached for her again, but she broke free and turned to run towards the wate