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.”

a little painful… but I’m

you

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

about the wedding?”

cold sweat

it or reschedule.”

towards the exit, “You are

is equally important as well!”

through the venue as Damien carried Cherise toward the entrance.

“Murder!!!”

Miles -!”

chills down everyone’s

struggled to escape Damien’s

deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s

let Cherise

squirming girl and swiftly dashed back

unpleasant, as the central area was filled

was nestled in

from her wounded stomach, staining her pristine white

wielding a knife as

firm grip on Maeve’s neck drained the color from her

maker with just a little more pressure

leaped out of Damien Lenoir’s arms

gasping for breath, gazed at Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow and muttered,