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.”

just a little painful… but

you

“Don’t speak, I’ll take

the wedding?”

deliriously as cold sweat beaded

it or

towards the exit, “You are

equally important as well!”

the venue as

“Murder!!!”

Miles -!”

sent chills down everyone’s spine.

struggled to escape Damien’s

deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile

he doesn’t let

tightly clutched the squirming girl and swiftly dashed

venue was sickeningly unpleasant, as the central

in Beckham’s

gushed relentlessly from her wounded stomach, staining her pristine white

behind a mask, wielding

firm grip on Maeve’s neck drained the color from

with just a little more pressure from

leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s arms and

gazed at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow and