Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cradling Cherise, he bellowed, “Jacob!” His hoarse voice pierced the air.

Chaos erupted in the venue.

It wasn’t just Jacob.

Almost everyone in the room stood up and rushed over.

Charisa, plagued by poor health and consumed by worry for Cherise, knew that standing up would result in fainting.

While everyone else rushed to attend to the bride’s injuries, her biological mother remained calmly seated at a distance.

Maeve was seated next to her.

“To the hospital!”

After inspecting Cherise hand injury, he declared decisively, “It appears to have damaged the tendons and bones. We must get to the hospital!”

“Alright!”

As Jacob’s words echoed, Damien scooped Cherise into his arms and uttered, “Don’t be scared, Cherry.”

Cherise’s face was blanched from the agony.

But she smiled wearily at Damien and murmured, “I’m not scared.”

a little painful… but I’m

you

faltered for the first time, “Don’t speak, I’ll take you to

the wedding?”

cold sweat beaded her

or

tightly and sprinted towards the exit, “You are

is equally important as well!”

through the venue as Damien carried Cherise toward the

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles -!”

chills down everyone’s

to escape Damien’s grasp.

frown deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile

let

squirming girl and swiftly

atmosphere inside the venue was sickeningly unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the

was nestled in

her wounded stomach, staining her pristine white

her stood Maeve, concealed behind a mask, wielding a knife as Zachary firmly gripped

Maeve’s neck drained the

just a

leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s arms and

hand with aching sorrow and muttered,