Married To The Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

It didn’t surprise me too much that Darla’s apology to me was not genuine, but getting proof of it still had a certain hit to it that took me aback for a moment after she told me to leave her brother alone. “I don’t think I understand,” I said, shaking my head as she frowned even deeper at me. “I don’t know what little agreement you both have with each other, but I already told you I’m protective over my brother. You look like a lot of trouble, from how young you are to the situation your mother is in. Not to mention that you were once Conrad’s girlfriend. Don’t you get a sense of shame when you remember that Damien is Conrad’s uncle?” I stared at her for a moment as I tried to come up with words that would not sound too disrespectful when I said them out loud, no matter how hard it was. “Damien is an adult,” I lectured, feeling strange about telling her something that was brazenly obvious. “He knows what he’s doing, even more than I am. I don’t understand w

Jax had Damien’s cellphone number. Damien was now on the phone with the man who had kidnapped my mother. My eyes widened when I heard Jax’s voice come through the speaker of Damien’s phone, making me slap a hand over my mouth in surprise. “May I know who this is? It’s quite disrespectful to call someone if you’re going to insult them,” Damien said, but he obviously knew who it was from the way he was looking at me and communicating with his eyes for me to calm down and listen. Jax laughed in response to what Damien had said. “I knew you would be some sort of serious man to talk to. Even your angry voice sounds like you’re discussing business with me,” he teased. “Anyway, I wanted to ask you where you are in the house now.” I started to ask myself if he had caught on to the silence, and my heart jumped when I figured it out. If he was listening to Damien from the wiretaps as well, he would know that we were in a room where there was no wiretap.

“Just who do you think you are to call me and tell me something like that?” I snapped as soon as Conrad stopped talking. Jade tapped me on the arm and gave me a questioning brow raise, but I shook my head and blinked at her to assure her that everything would be fine. “This is not the time to argue with me over what you think I’m saying or not. You may think you know what you’re doing, but you don’t. I know that you’re desperate for all the help you can get and that’s why you’re going through with the wedding this fast, but it’s not worth it. You’re better off sorting this out by yourself.” There was some kind of urgency in his voice that made me want to give his words a thought, but the words he used threw me off and annoyed me enough to postpone thinking about anything until I was alone. “I am not desperate for anything,” I denied. “I think it’s better for you to forget that I have this number. Never call me again, and focus on your fiancée.”

I had grown sick and tired of everyone around me telling me to leave Damien and that I was making a huge mistake, treating me like a child that they couldn’t explain a thing as they expected me to make decisions based on how they felt about things. “You know, things would be so much better if you just told me what this whole thing is all about. I still don’t know who you all think the problem is – me or Damien,” I told Darla, exhausted from everything. “I’m afraid you can’t know what it’s about. As for who the problem is, it’s neither of you. I just believe that you’re vulnerable and susceptible to some things that you might not like when you start to live with Damien as his wife.” I found it comical that she was telling me that after I had gotten married to Damien. There was also an urge to ask her if she had said the same thing to Katarina, her friend. Instead, I turned around and walked away. “There’s really nothing we can do about it now,” I mutt

“I’m coming to get her now,” I said to the kidnapper over the phone the next morning, referring to my mother. Damien had gotten called for a work emergency, so I had asked him to drive me back to the house before he left, where I took a shower and made the call. “You weren’t home throughout yesterday. A little bird told me that you finally got married to that old man of yours. Don’t you think it’s insensitive, getting married to someone when your mother is in the hands of someone who could kill her?” he taunted. “Please, just…” I closed my eyes and shook my head, not ready to have that conversation with anyone, especially the person who took her away from me. “I’ll be there in a while.” “You should be. This is going to be interesting,” he muttered before hanging up the phone. I took a taxi to the address that I was given, my heart going a mile a minute as I thought of the possibilities. What if I did something wrong at the last minute and she