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… but I’m

you be?!”

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

the wedding?”

girl asked deliriously as cold sweat beaded

or

her tightly and sprinted towards the exit, “You are

hand is equally important

through the venue as Damien carried Cherise toward the

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles

chills

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

deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile

let Cherise down now….

clutched the squirming girl and swiftly dashed back into

unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the stench

was nestled in Beckham’s

from her wounded stomach, staining her pristine white

a mask, wielding

Maeve’s neck drained the color from her lips.

with just a little more pressure from Zachary,

of Damien Lenoir’s

gasping for breath, gazed at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand