Damien and I stared at each other for a moment as we silently processed the fact that we no longer had access to privacy in the house anymore. I picked up my phone and dialed the number of the kidnapper to tell him that I had done the job for added measure. “I know, I know. You have done quite okay with the setup. If I have any complaints against it, I will not hide it from you,” he informed. “Is there anything you want from me right now? I’m willing to do it if it means I can see my mother sooner.” I looked at Damien as I said that, and he gave me a nod of approval to let the kidnapper hear the desperation in my voice for him to trust that I would not disappoint him. “Do not get too eager, Lauren. Your mother can wait, and I still have to know that the old man of yours does not know about this little arrangement of ours. I’ll call you anytime soon. If you do not pick up, I’ll take it as a sign that you are ignoring me.” I took a deep breath,
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
“What do you want?” I demanded from the kidnapper. “Well, first of all, I want us to get even more familiar with each other. Call me Jax if you want to,” he introduced, and I could hear the way he taunted me in his tone of voice. “You said you had my first mission for me. Please, tell me what it is,” I said. “I want you to go into your old man’s office, manage to fish him out of there, and I want you to find a file which says New Construction. When you find it, take a picture of every single document in the file and send them all to me,” he commanded. “And you have just thirty minutes to do that,” he said, hanging up and not giving me the time to say anything else. I walked out and towards the office, knocking on the door and waiting for Damien to open the door. “Come on in,” I heard him from inside the office, causing me to open the door and walk in to meet him raising his brow at me. I picked up my phone and texted him exactly
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.
I showed Damien the text that I had gotten when he was done with work later that evening, texting him to ask what to do and if it was true from the kidnapper’s side this time as I had been tricked one too many times. He took my hand and guided me to the guestroom, where he could speak without having to fear that he would be heard. “I’ve decided that we should have a small wedding with just family and some friends before you go ahead with this once again,” he suggested, pulling me into confusion. “Why hurry? What difference would it make?” I asked. “I have a group of people employed to protect my family, and my family alone. They wouldn’t consider your mother one if something were to happen to her and I needed them to help her. She has a higher chance of being protected when she’s seen as a member of my family,” he explained. I didn’t know who the people were, but if they were working for him, why couldn’t they follow his orders and protect any
“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.”
Due to the conditions that I had grown up in, I never had the time to sit and daydream about what my dream wedding would be. I didn’t have a certain Prince Charming image in my head until I met Conrad, and I never thought that I would be getting married to his uncle right in front of him while he was engaged to my former best friend, Shirley. “I don’t think I’m breathing properly. I think the corset of the dress is too tight,” I admitted to Jade, who sat by me in the car on the way to the venue of the wedding. Jade had shown up earlier with an entire team of stylists to do my hair and makeup, and I had been uneasy and nervous since then. “I think you should try breathing in,” Jade laughed, taking my hand and giving it a small squeeze to help me take a deep breath. “You keep holding your breath.” “I don’t have a father. I don’t have anyone to walk me down the aisle,” I confessed as my chest tightened with the urge to break down and sob.
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