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…

you be?!”

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

the wedding?”

asked deliriously as cold sweat beaded

or

held her tightly and sprinted towards

equally

venue as Damien carried Cherise

“Murder!!!”

Miles

voices sent chills down

she struggled to escape Damien’s grasp. “My mom!” she

acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile

let Cherise down

squirming girl and swiftly dashed back into the venue.

inside the venue was sickeningly unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the stench of blood.

nestled in Beckham’s arms.

wounded stomach, staining her pristine white dress.

concealed behind a mask, wielding a knife as Zachary firmly

neck drained the color

maker with just a little more

out of Damien Lenoir’s arms

for breath, gazed at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow