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…

you be?!”

for the first time, “Don’t speak, I’ll take you to the hospital!”

the wedding?”

asked deliriously as cold

or reschedule.”

sprinted towards

equally

piercing scream echoed through the venue as

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles -!”

sent chills down

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

deepened, acutely aware of

doesn’t let Cherise down

squirming girl and swiftly

the central area was

nestled in Beckham’s

stream gushed relentlessly from her wounded stomach, staining

stood Maeve, concealed behind a mask, wielding a knife

grip on Maeve’s neck drained

meet her maker with just a little

leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s arms

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