All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lauren's POV Tension grew with each step that Jameson took, the silence only cut off the sound of his footsteps as he approached. His eyes gleamed with malicious intent, locking onto Shirley as if she were his prey. My heart pounded in my chest in fear for her, the weight of what I had done pressing down on me. Shirley shot me another look of pure betrayal. As I reached out to hold her hand, to offer her some form of comfort, she recoiled as if my touch had scalded her. “Get away from me!” she hissed, her voice rising in anger. “You’re nothing but a traitor, Lauren. How could you do this to me? You saved me just to do this to me?” I flinched as if her words had physically struck me. Jameson was now in front of us, but before he could say a word, the unmistakable sound of a gunshot echoed through our ears, freezing us all in place. Jameson’s eyes narrowed, his head snapping towards the door. For a moment, none of us moved, the shock of the sound holding

Lauren's POV My breath caught in my throat, my mind reeling with confusion and terror as I looked at Damien. “What… what is this?” I stuttered, shaking my head in disbelief at the fact that a corpse had gone missing. “Where is she?” Damien remained silent, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. The world tilted beneath my feet, my legs threatening to give way as the horror of the situation sank in. My mother was gone. And someone had taken her. But I was not going to accept that things were that way. What could anybody possibly want with her now? It was more than enough. She had gone through enough. “This is ridiculous!” I scoffed aloud, turning around and taking steps away from the coffin to avoid the visual reminder of what was happening. “She can’t be missing. This doesn’t make any sense.” “I’ll make a call to the morgue and make enquiries. This has to be a mistake,” Damien assured me as he pulled his phone out of his pocket, not knowing

Lauren's POV When I opened my eyes the next morning, the first thing I felt was the sharp, pounding ache in my head. The room was dim, the curtains only partially drawn, letting in slivers of sunlight that made me wince. I rolled over, expecting to find the bed empty, but there was a faint dent in the sheets beside me. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered. Damien. I groaned silently, hoping and praying that I had imagined him being here, that it was just a piece of my drunken delirium. The thought of him actually being here, of him hearing my embarrassing confession, made my stomach twist with dread. I forced myself to sit up, the pounding in my head intensifying with each movement. “Please, let it have been a dream,” I whispered. Deep down, I knew better. I could still feel the warmth of his hand, the weight of his presence beside me. And the words I had let slip in the haze of alcohol. “I love you.” The memory hit me. How co

Lauren's POV My phone buzzed in my hand, dragging me out of the fog of uncertainty that had settled over me since my conversation with Damien. I stared at the screen, the new message glowing ominously. My fingers trembled as I swiped it open. “Look into the person Damien wanted to marry before you. The one he left at the altar—Katarina. Did you really think she would die without someone seeking vengeance?” A chill ran down my spine, cold and paralyzing. Katarina. The name hit me like a punch to the gut, stirring up memories I’d long buried. I hadn’t thought about her in a while. She’d been nothing more than a nightmare in our relationship, a lingering shadow that neither of us wanted to talk about. But she was gone. Dead. The word echoed in my mind, loud and insistent. Damien had killed her. I tried to steady my breath, but it came in short, sharp bursts, each one more panicked than the last. My fingers tightened around the phone as if it migh

Lauren's POV I sat across from Shirley’s father, the realization of the truth sinking into me but refusing to settle. My mind was still reeling from the revelation, the connection that I had never imagined possible. Shirley and Katarina were sisters. How had I missed that? How had Damien missed it? Or had he known all along? Most importantly, why had Shirley hid it from me this whole time? He looked older than I remembered, though it had been years since I’d seen him. There was a weariness in his eyes, a heaviness that suggested he had been carrying secrets for far too long. And now, it seemed, he was ready to let it all go and reveal it all. “Tell me everything,” I repeated, my words sounding more like a plea than a demand. He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “I will. But understand, Lauren, this is not a story with a happy ending. Whatever you find out right now, how you choose to take action about it is up to you.” I didn’t need to be