Married To The Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

“Katarina? What are you… Who told you about my mother?” I frowned, the shock of it all settling in my bones at the one person who knew about it – Damien. I wasn’t sure about Damien picking up the phone and calling Katarina to tell her about my mother and my struggles. “Why does it matter who I heard it from? I just called to make sure you’re doing okay. If you want, I can come over to keep you company until you’re doing fine. Would that be okay?” She asked, and I only realized just how annoyed I was by her voice at that very moment. “I’m doing pretty fine, thank you for the offer. I don’t want you coming just yet. I have some things to sort out with myself before I can see or talk to anyone again,” I said and hung up to have the last word. I sighed, placing my hands against my hips and looking at the ceiling as I thought about how I would approach and confront Damien about it. Just because he had been of big help didn’t mean he had the right to go around an

As soon as I saw the text on my phone, I didn’t hesitate to dial the number that had sent it to me, my nerves going every which way as I heard it ring until someone finally picked up the phone. “Hello? Who is this? Are you sure I can just come get her? Please just tell me this is real. I’ll be there right now,” I rambled into the phone, not knowing if it was going to annoy the person on the other side or if I was speaking to one of the people who had taken her in the first place. “I already gave you the address and everything else. Be here before she leaves,” a masculine voice on the other side of the phone came through, and I picked up my purse and burst out of the room. I paused in front of Damien’s door, not sure whether to tell him about it or not, but I figured that he must have fallen asleep after claiming to be tired. I sent a quick text to him from my phone to let him know that I was going to pick my mother up and was sure about it. When I di

Damien and I gave each other looks of confusion as Detective Sam just told us that the person behind everything that was happening with my mother knew us both, which made me have some doubt in her. “I don’t think you understand,” I argued, shaking my head, even though I wasn’t sure that saying something like that to a detective was the smartest thing I could do. “My mother was taken away from me before I fully got introduced to Damien.” Detective Sam glanced at me as I explained the situation before glancing at Damien, who nodded to confirm that what I had said was true. “If that’s the case, then this person might not be someone you both know, but someone who knows you two. I can tell that they have been keeping their eyes on you two, and they probably know that you’re in here right now.” The fear that came from that thought hit me, and I shook my head. “No, they can’t. They’re never going to release her to me if they know that we’re working w

“What do you have to say about my mother, Conrad?” I questioned, wiping my tears as if that would help in not letting him know that I had just been crying some seconds ago. “You didn’t tell me about it. How am I just finding out about it from someone in the family?” He questioned. I didn’t know which one to react to first – the fact that the news was still being passed around in the family and me being the point of discussion between everybody, or the audacity that Conrad had to be telling me something like that after everything. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that I was supposed to confide in you when any small thing happens to me, Conrad,” I said, the bitterness so obvious on my tongue that I could taste it. “This is not something small, Lauren. I know you’re still processing the shock of it, but you could have told me. Granted, I may not be the best person to tell about something like this as you understandably don’t trust me, but what about Shirley?”

“What do you want?” Damien asked without even turning around to see what was happening, his voice cool and calm. It was almost as if he had expected it to happen and had seen it one too many times to be fazed by it. “Turn around with that bag,” he ordered, and Damien did exactly as he said, his eyes going towards my face immediately. He gave me a slow blink of assurance, and I could only nod at him as I chose to believe that he knew what he was doing and how to handle the situation without anyone having to get hurt. “Again, what do you want?” Damien repeated. This time, his voice was stern, as if he was indirectly letting the man know that his patience was wearing thin. I wanted to remind him so badly that he was not the one with the knife, and this man could easily have me killed in front of him if he smelled anything that seemed like a threat. I didn’t want to die before getting my mother back. Not like that. “What’s in the bag?” the man ask