All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“I don’t understand. What do you want me to tell him when he picks up the phone?” I asked her as she handed the phone to call Damien with. “Tell him that the kidnappers told you something about him that you were shocked to find out about, and let him know that you’re shattered by what you have just found out. Because of the betrayal that you feel, you want to get a divorce from him,” she recited. “That’s not possible. We only got married yesterday,” I protested, shaking my head. “Besides, Damien is never going to believe that I want a divorce just like that.” “Oh, so you now know him more than I do?” she asked me with a glare that said she was daring me to answer to that. Defeated, I took the phone and dialed Damien’s number, placing it against my ear. It didn’t take over two seconds of the phone to ring before Damien picked up the phone. “Lauren, how are you doing? You don’t have to worry about anything. I’m doing everything I can to fi

Damien's POVIt had been a full day since I had last talked to Lauren and she had asked for a divorce. The men that I had gathered to track where the call had been made from were barely doing anything but typing away at computers and telling me that they were getting closer. “What’s the update? Have you managed to track her yet?” I asked them, losing count of just how many times I had asked that question. “It’s only difficult right now because we have been picking signals from different cell phone towers. We’re trying to narrow it down,” they replied. Yes, Lauren had told me that she wanted a divorce, even when I told her to give me a sign to show if she was with the kidnappers or not, but it was still hard for me to come to terms with it. I had a bad feeling about everything. “Mr. Goldberg?” one of the agents walked into the office with a flat, brown envelope. “This came in for you.” I took the envelope and opened it as patiently as my hands would l

The screams that shot out of Katarina’s mouth were enough to deafen me as she held on to her right leg, which I had shot and was now bleeding against the tiles of my living room, but they were enough to assure me that I had hurt her as badly as I had meant to. “That’s not even nearly as close to the pain that you put Lauren through when you did all the things you did to her and her mother. Did you think she died on impact when you hit her with the truck?” I asked. My mind reeled with the images of Lauren struggling to breathe as pain overtook every part of her after being hit by the truck that Katarina had been behind the wheel of. “Ah!” she yelled, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “You cannot do this to me! You have to take me to the hospital!” “Tell me one thing, Katarina,” I said through her screams that I no longer wished to hear any more now. “You said you didn’t mean to kill her, and you only wanted to cause her some injuries,

Damien's POV “Send cars out to track the trucks. If you find them, don’t let them get away,” I commanded the men, who immediately went into cars and drove out to find the perpetrators. Seeing Lauren’s mother in front of me somehow fueled my anger towards Katarina. I had the sudden urge to walk into the house and end all of it once and for all, but all I could do was bend down by her body and stare. “I’m sorry that this happened to you,” I apologized, taking her arms and setting them beside her properly. “I couldn’t be there to find you in time, and I couldn’t protect your daughter the way I had promised to.” “If there’s one thing I’m sure of, it’s the fact that the people who did this to you and Lauren are not going to get away with it,” I gave her my word. I carried her into the house and set her on one of the couches, calling out to the rest of the guards who had not left in the trucks to prepare a befitting funeral for her. “Katarina,” I sai

Damien's POV I concluded that it would be better and much easier to tell Darla about Lauren in person than if I did it over the phone – I could let her know how important it was for her to keep quiet about it – so I didn’t argue when she told me that she was coming to the house. “You can come, Darla. There’s something important I want to tell you as well,” I told her, hanging up the phone and coming to the reminder that I was drunk. Picking myself off the floor, I staggered to the living room to place my head on the headrest of a couch to prepare myself for the conversation I was about to have with my sister.~ “Damien!” It suddenly felt as if I had been suctioned into a new life as I opened my eyes to find Darla looking at me with confusion on her face. “Did you drink the whole bottle of this?” she asked, raising the bottle of vodka to my view. I could barely give her an answer as I held on to the bridge of my nose to stop my head from explod