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

voice faltered for the first time, “Don’t

about the wedding?”

deliriously as cold sweat beaded her forehead.

or

towards the exit, “You

is equally important as

through the venue as Damien carried Cherise toward the

“Murder!!!”

Miles -!”

chills down everyone’s

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

aware of

doesn’t let Cherise down

tightly clutched the squirming girl and swiftly

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

in

her wounded

stood Maeve, concealed behind a mask, wielding a

on Maeve’s neck drained the color from her

meet her maker with just a little more pressure from Zachary,

out of Damien Lenoir’s

blood-soaked hand with aching