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

would you be?!”

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

about the

asked deliriously as cold sweat beaded her forehead.

it or reschedule.”

held her tightly and sprinted towards the exit, “You are the priority.”

hand is equally important as well!”

venue as Damien

“Murder!!!”

Charisa Miles -!”

sent chills down

eyes widened in disbelief as she struggled to escape

frown deepened, acutely aware of Charisa’s fragile

let

tightly clutched the squirming girl and swiftly dashed back into the

sickeningly unpleasant, as the central area was filled with the stench of

was nestled in Beckham’s

from her wounded stomach, staining her pristine white

mask, wielding a knife as Zachary firmly gripped her

on Maeve’s neck drained the color from

just a little more

out of Damien Lenoir’s arms and

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