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.”

little painful… but I’m okay.”

would you

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

about the wedding?”

cold

or reschedule.”

sprinted towards the exit, “You are

equally important as

scream echoed through the venue as Damien

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles -!”

chills down everyone’s

widened in disbelief as she struggled to escape Damien’s

acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile state.

he doesn’t let Cherise down

squirming girl and swiftly dashed back into the venue.

unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the stench

was nestled in Beckham’s

wounded stomach, staining

her stood Maeve, concealed behind a mask, wielding

drained the color

her maker with just a little more

leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s arms and cried hysterically,

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