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…

would you

the first time, “Don’t speak, I’ll take you to the

the

girl asked deliriously as cold sweat

it or

held her tightly and sprinted towards the

equally important

piercing scream echoed through the venue as

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles -!”

chills down

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

aware of Charisa’s

he doesn’t let Cherise

the squirming girl and swiftly

inside the venue was sickeningly unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the

nestled in Beckham’s

wounded stomach, staining her pristine white dress.

concealed behind a mask, wielding

Maeve’s neck drained

her maker with just a little

leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s

for breath, gazed at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow and muttered, “Silly girl.”