บททั้งหมดของ Married To The Devil: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

“Can it wait until tomorrow?” I asked Damien, rubbing my eyes and staring up at the ceiling. “You know it’s been a long day, and a long night especially.” “I understand how badly you need to rest, but I just wanted to talk to you about this before it turns into something less important. It’s about what you heard me and Darla talking about.” “You should know that I don’t want to talk about it right now. I told you to give me time to think about it,” I reminded him. “I know what you told me, Lauren. There are just a couple of things that I want you to know. I just want you to listen to me, please,” he pleaded. With a defeated sigh, and because I wasn’t sleepy in the first place, I sat up and gave him the go-ahead for what he wanted to tell me. “I was just nineteen when my father fully introduced me to this business. He had asked me to take a parcel to a group of men, and I did as he said because I didn’t know what was in the parcel. Even if I kn

Lauren's POV The ache that shot through my head when I opened my eyes forced me to close them back to come back to my senses and figure out what was happening. I groaned, opening my eyes and finding myself in a white and sterile hospital room. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call the doctor or a nurse?” Damien asked me as soon as I made eye contact with him. He was sitting beside me and had one of my hands in his. “What happened to me?” I questioned, still looking around and wincing at the reminder of the pain in my head. “You passed out in the hotel. When I got the call, I knew I had to be here no matter what. I know you want your space, but your safety is also as important to me as that. If you want me to leave now that you’re awake, I will,” he assured. “My head hurts,” was the only thing I could mutter as he helped me sit up. “I’ll go get the doctor,” he announced, standing up and leaving the room. Suspecting that the light bo

Lauren's POV “Shirley,” I called her name in a warning tone, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes. “I don’t think you have thought this completely through. The last thing you want to do is make a mistake with this decision and only realize when it’s too late.” I may not have been the biggest advocate for Shirley and Conrad getting married, but her deciding to call off the wedding was not something I fully supported either. “How are you the one telling me this? You’re supposed to encourage me to leave him. He lied to you as well, and I know I never got the chance to tell you this before, but I’m really sorry for what happened. I wanted to tell you—” “Now is not the time, Shirley. You need to get to somewhere that we don’t have to worry about you being. Remember that you’re pregnant as well,” I told her. “I’m in a taxi, Lauren. I just want you to forgive me. I swear I didn’t start seeing him until he assured me that you two were broken up. He lied to

Lauren's POV “Are they going to try and kill me as well?” I asked, staring at Damien in fear and confusion. “They wouldn’t dare, and I won’t let them. I just want to keep you and the baby safe. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’re going to be as safe as possible,” he assured me. “As safe as possible,” I echoed with a nod. “Do I have to go into hiding or anything of that sort?” “Not necessarily. I’ll always be with you. If I’m not, you’ll have people guarding you with every step that you take. Nobody is going to hurt you.” I sighed and sat on the bed beside him, not sure what to say or do about everything that had been happening to us. As much as I wanted to move back into the house with him and feel safer, I couldn’t help but think that it was riskier that way. “Have you had anything to eat?” I asked him, my eyes glancing at the bandage wrapped around his chest. “I just opened my eyes, actually,” he answered. “I’m not very hungry

Lauren's POV “Give me the phone, nice and slow,” Santino instructed me in a tone that seemed like he was talking to a child who was holding a loaded gun. “What are you doing here—” “No, Darla,” Santino interrupted her before she could speak any further. “You will only speak when I tell you to speak. Give me the phone, Lauren.” “Lauren, hand the phone to him,” Darla told me, sounding afraid and making me hand the phone to him. “Why are you doing this, Katarina? What do you stand to gain from all of this?” I asked, staring at her as Santino used my phone to make a call. “Damien, my good friend,” Santino greeted with a grin as Damien picked up the phone. “Yes, I’m right here with the new love of your life. You know, it’s the first time I’m seeing her in person and I must say that you have done well for yourself.” There was a pause as he listened carefully to what Damien was saying, his grin growing even wider. “There really is no need