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.”

painful… but I’m

you be?!”

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

the

asked deliriously as cold sweat

it or reschedule.”

tightly and sprinted towards the exit, “You are the priority.”

equally important as

echoed through the venue as

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles -!”

voices sent chills down

struggled to

frown deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s

doesn’t let Cherise

girl and swiftly dashed back into

as the central area was filled with the stench of

was nestled in Beckham’s

her wounded stomach,

mask, wielding a knife as Zachary

drained the color

with just a little more pressure

Lenoir’s

at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow