Married To The Devil のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Damien's POV“You cannot enter this area, sir,” the two uniformed and armed men standing at the entrance of the street informed me as they stopped my car from getting through. “What does that mean? As far as I know, I have been here before without you two in the way. What’s going on in there that’s so special?” I asked with a frown, wondering if the police had managed to find Lauren before I did. The last thing I wanted was to get the police involved in that case. They were more incompetent than I knew, and they had a way of royally messing everything up and turning the blame away from their direction. “This is private property now. It has been bought, and nobody but the owner is allowed to get in until it is redeveloped and put on the market for regular citizens,” the second one told me, sounding even more annoyed at me than the first one. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. Just let me in. I have something important that I lost here, and I would like to—”

Damien's POV It had been days since I had told my guards to keep their eyes on Santino and to tell me if he got too close to the estate, and they had reported that he didn’t have anything to do with the estate, and it was someone else who bought it. In those days, Darla had been living with me and taking care of Lauren’s mother, who had not opened her eyes yet. “I was thinking that we should create a broader line of shipping access outside the country for the company. The people in other countries, especially outside of Europe, keep complaining about how slow it is for the things that they order to get to them,” Conrad explained as we talked about the company and how to improve it. “As much as I would want that, I believe the first and best thing to do is create branches of our business in more places that are harder to reach. Delivery would be way faster. For now, the shipping method will definitely be faster.” “How fast?” he asked, noting something

Lauren's POV “Now that you know the truth, would you like to go back with your husband?” I had only opened my eyes a few days ago in a hospital with my head banging as if there was no tomorrow, and I was now faced with another headache. Yes, the doctor had said that my amnesia was not permanent, but I still had it at the moment. I didn’t know anything about my marriage. As much as the man standing in front of me was familiar to me, I still didn’t recognize him. It made me wonder if that was going to be my life now – being tossed from one person to another until I finally found where I belonged. “I don’t know anything about this,” I admitted. “I know that you’re probably hurt by the fact that I cannot recognize you right now, but I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to be a burden to you or anyone else.” “You could never be a burden, Lauren. Never to me. You have never been a burden to me, and you never will be,” the man said to me.

Lauren's POV “Darla,” Damien called out to her in a scolding tone, but it was too late. I was now staring back and forth between Damien and Conrad, waiting for one of them to give me an explanation on what was happening without me having to ask. “Is somebody going to tell me what she means by that? I was with your nephew before I got married to you? How? What happened?” I questioned, suddenly feeling stupid and used. It was as if they were all in on something that they were laughing about behind my back. “Say something, Damien,” I said, using my leg to nudge his own. “There’s nothing we can say that would make it all feel better unless you get your memories back. A lot happened between you and Conrad. I can only tell you that there’s no animosity,” Damien assured me. “I wouldn’t say that,” Conrad argued. “You have not picked up any of Shirley’s calls, and you have been ignoring her texts. I would say there’s a bit of animosity on your side.”

Lauren's POV “What are you doing?” Damien asked me as he got into the room and found me folding some of my clothes into my bag. “Are you going somewhere?” “I believe I need a break from all of this. I have to get out of here for a while. I could check myself into a hotel and stay there for a while so that I can recollect everything that’s been going on around me,” I said. “You need to take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on,” he said, taking my shoulders and making me face him. “I heard your conversation with Darla a few minutes ago,” I admitted, seeing the genuine surprise on his face when I said that. “Lauren, we can talk about this. We can figure this out. You don’t have to move out,” he requested. “When were you going to tell me, if you were even going to tell me at all?” I asked him, crossing my arms and giving him an opening to say something in his defence. “I didn’t know how you would take it. It started with my father. My