All Chapters of Married To The Devil: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lauren's POV Damien was extremely quick to stand up and walk out of the hospital room that I was in after telling me to remain in there and not make a move to leave. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t,” I replied, showing him the IV connected to my hand. “I’m too tired to stand up anyway.” As he slammed the door shut and went out, I turned to Darla who had a worried expression on her face. It got me curious enough to want to know the intensity of the differences between Damien and his brother and how much of a mess they would make out there. “How big of a scene is Jameson making?” I inquired, pulling her out of her mind. “Not nearly as big enough as what will happen when Damien goes out there,” she answered. “He kept asking to see his brother’s wife from the receptionist, and he forbade her from calling the room. He almost forced himself into the elevator.” My brows rose to the sky as I imagined what Damien would be saying to him in that moment.

Lauren's POV “I did no such thing,” I denied as I shifted against the armrest of the couch. “Not on purpose, at least.” “From what I heard, just days after your wedding, you were kidnapped and taken away. That put enough stress on him, and as if that was not enough, your death was faked. After that, you came back into his life with a child that you ended up losing after getting shot. “All that happened right after my brother was shot. He was shot because he wanted to step away from the family business, which wanted to do for you.” “I don’t—” “If there’s any part of the story that I got wrong, do let me know.” He smirked at me, knowing that I could not dispute it as untrue. It left me wondering just how much he knew and who had given him that information all so soon. I knew that asking him about it would yield no results because he was already waiting for my answer and was not going to back down. “None of it was my fault,” I defended.

Lauren's POV There was a high chance that I would die at Jameson’s dinner party the more I put my thought into it. For one, I had gone there with his brother, who shared bad blood with him but he still loved enough to warn me about. And now… Now, he was holding my hand and staring at me, waiting for me to give him an explanation on what I had with his son before I got married to his brother. “Jameson, what do you think you’re doing?!” Damien yelled at him as a group of men held Damien down on a couch after the rest of the family went out through the back door, probably to where the main party was being held. I turned to see that even Darla was being held down against another couch with a knife being held against her neck. “Relax, little brother. You already had a fair share of fun when you shot me at your house and told me to leave. Let’s not forget that you’re in my house now, which means that you have to go by my rules,” Jameson reminded him before turning

Lauren's POV I had neither seen nor talked to Damien since he had announced that he would burn everything to the ground with his brother and he locked himself up in the private office in his house. I had fallen asleep in the bedroom while waiting for him to figure out if he was okay, and I found myself still alone in the bedroom when I opened my eyes. “Damien?” I called, rubbing my eyes as I weakly got off the bed and stumbled towards the office to finally knock on the door after putting it off the whole time. “Damien, are you in there? It’s morning,” I announced. It didn’t take much time before he opened the door and stood in front of me with hazy eyes that made me frown in suspicion at the familiar smell of alcohol coming off of him. “You drank,” I stated, still waiting for him to confirm it even when I knew the truth. “I drank.” He nodded. “Are you okay? Hungover? Do you need anything?” I asked as he stepped aside for me to walk in.

Lauren's POV It was well into the evening when Damien walked into the living room, rubbing the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He only stopped when he saw me, but it was only a moment as he continued his walk to the stairs. “You’re not even going to talk to me about it?” I asked, causing him to freeze in his steps and sigh. “How do you feel? I’m sorry I left you all the way at home without telling you about it, but I called before I found you asleep. I needed to get things off my mind, and I didn’t want to have to take another bottle of alcohol—” “That doesn’t matter right now, Damien.” I shook my head, refusing to make any attempt at walking towards him because I knew that he was not ready for that. “I called you earlier, right after I saw all the missed calls.” “I didn’t know that. My phone was not with me throughout the day,” he admitted. I stayed there in silence for a brief while, wondering if he was going to at least admit that he