All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lauren's POV Shirley was responsible for my mother’s death. I scoffed at the thought of that as I looked over at Jameson. Even if the pieces fit together in theory, it didn’t make any sense. Shirley had lost a lot as well. There was just no way that it was possible. “That’s ridiculous,” I finally said, taking multiple steps away from Jameson to clear my head. But no matter how many times I tried to shove it out of my head, the thought still came back. “It’s not. You and I know it’s not. Even if you refuse to admit it out loud, I know that in your heart, you’re thinking about it,” he said. I shook my head and started to walk towards my car. All I wanted was to go to bed, close my eyes, and wake up the next morning without a single recollection of what I had just been told. Jameson, not willing to read the room and figure out that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore, walked behind me and just kept talking. “What are you going to do about this? I

Lauren's POV “What’s happening, Damien?!” I asked, and I was already on my feet and running out of the house. There was no time to ask him while being doubtful. Every time that Damien had told me to get out of somewhere, there was danger there. “Just get out of there and get into your car. Drive away from that house as far as you can. Stay on the phone with me,” he said. I got to the front door and pulled it, expecting it to swing open. My heart fell to the ground when it didn’t budge. It had been locked. “Hello?” I called out to whoever was out there. “There’s someone in here. Open the door.” I wedged the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I used both my hands to pull the door with all my might, but nothing was happening. “Damien, I’ve been locked in. I don’t think anyone’s out there. Anyone who wants to open the door at least,” I reported. “Back door. Try the back door,” he said. At his command, I wasted no time in going to the kitc

I had not looked at my phone since I saw the amount of money that Damien had sent to me as some kind of parting gift. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel about the situation. Was I supposed to call him to thank him? It had been a full day, and I was now on my way to Beverley Hills after a flight that afternoon. “Hi, I saw an ad for your apartment. I would like to ask if it’s still available for me to check it out,” I said into the phone after getting into a rented car. “Oh, yes! I’m available throughout the entire week. When would you like to come in?” The woman in the other side of the phone was bubbly, sounding only a bit older than I was. “I can come in right now, actually,” I said. “That sounds perfect,” she replied. After agreeing to meet, I drove down to the apartment. I stood in front of the apartment, taking a look at it. It was the most decent apartment on the site that didn’t have an outrageous price in a new environment. “Lauren W

By the time I finished unpacking, it was late afternoon. My fingers ran over the fabric of the couch that had been there when I moved in as I wondered whether or not to change it before settling on the decision that it would suffice for a while. There were still boxes piled up in the corner, but the main workwas done. My clothes had been folded neatly into drawers, the small number of books I had bought were stacked on the shelf, and the bedwas made with the new sheets. I stood in the middle of the living room and exhaled in relief. This was it. My life now. Alone. My mind wandered back to Fred’s offer from that morning. He’d invited me over for dinner at his restaurant while flashing me that friendly smile. I needed a good meal, maybe a drink, and someone who wasn’t my depressing thoughts. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that heading out would do me good, so I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. “Hey, Fred? It’s Lauren, from ap

I jumped off the bench in shock as I stared at Shirley with my jaw dropped. I looked around as I took steps away from her, wondering if there were people watching me who wanted to harm me. “What are you doing here? How did you know I was here? What is wrong with you, Shirley? I left to have some peace to myself, yet here you are! I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this!” “I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice as calm and calculated as ever. That only made me even more suspicious. She didn’t answer any of my questions, and she made it clear that she was there to talk to me. Which meant that she had traveled out of the state specifically for me. “You have done more than enough.” I shook my head. Using my peripheral vision, I started to site all the places that I could possibly run to if she tried anything funny. Maybe I could book it to the restaurant and get Fred to call the police. “I know,” she agreed with me, standing up and causing me to stumb