Marrying the Man in the Dark

Mrs. Quinell, known to many as Priscilla Neller, announced with a gentle smile as she clasped Cherise’s hand, “Cherry, your mother, Charisa… she was my sister. She was séparated from us when she was young, a missing sister I’ve been searching for years.”

Cherise’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you’re… you’re my aunt?!”

The revelation hit Cherise like a wave,, washing away years of unanswered questions. She stared at her aunt, seeing a reflection of her features, a family resemblance she hadn’t known existed.

Priscilla continued, her voice cracking with a mix of joy and sadness. “It was only recently, thanks to Mr. Lenoir, that I discovered her story and that she had changed her name to Charisa Miles. No wonder I couldn’t find her all these years.”

She continued, “Your mother… she loved you fiercely, that much I know. And while I can’t replace her, I can offer you the same warmth and unwavering love. Don’t let a difficult sister on your father’s side cloud the warmth of your family.”

a recluse, bless his quirky soul. The second cousin was a talented charmer, though prone to wandering. The third cousin is a ball of energy

and here she is,

Your brother flew in medical experts to treat your husband, and you thought we were just here to disrupt the festivities? You deserve a good

in her eyes, Lyra melted into Priscilla’s warm embrace.

Priscilla squeezed Cherise’s hand. “You’ve found yourself a keeper, Cherry. If it weren’t for Damien, I wouldn’t have known this little runaway was getting married here, let alone

with bursts of

busy helping Lyra with wedding preparations, thinking Damien

quiet man was orchestrating a symphony of surprises behind the scenes, with each note a

urge to find him, to melt into his embrace, was overwhelming, and

on the third floor, Lyra took out her phone and called