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…

you

time, “Don’t speak, I’ll

about the

cold sweat beaded her forehead.

or

and sprinted towards the exit, “You are

is equally

the venue as Damien carried Cherise toward the

“Murder!!!”

Miles

voices sent chills down everyone’s spine.

eyes widened in disbelief as she struggled to escape Damien’s grasp. “My

frown deepened, acutely aware

doesn’t let Cherise

squirming girl and swiftly dashed back

the central area was filled with the stench

was nestled in Beckham’s arms.

from her wounded stomach, staining her

beside her stood Maeve, concealed behind a mask, wielding a knife as Zachary firmly gripped her

drained the color from

meet her maker with just a little more pressure

Damien Lenoir’s arms

Cherise’s blood-soaked hand with aching sorrow