Marrying the Man in the Dark

Gwenn’s inner fire crackled. “What the hell! Is she blind or something? My body is a symphony of seduction, the kind that takes men’s breath away. But in Cherise’s eyes, this little viper, I’m suddenly ‘fat,’ ‘plump’? Like some middle-aged frump?”

“So, this is your sister,” Priscilla said, curling her lips into a cold smirk. Her gaze was icy as she studied Gwenn for a moment, then she laughed. “This pretend niece, why not say hello to your Aunt Priscilla?”

Priscilla had previously heard about Gwenn from Damien.

When Damien found Priscilla, he informed her that one of the main reasons Cherisa didn’t return to the Tanner family after Charisa’s death was because of Gwenn.

Firstly, Gwenn and Cherise had always been at odds, so she didn’t want to share a roof with Gwenn.

adopted daughter, as equally important as Cherise, his biological daughter. She didn’t want to stay

brow furrowed

couldn’t understand why Beckham, who had acknowledged Cherise as his own, would let such minor issues drive her away

of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her dislike

Cherise’s aunt, not mine.

glinting with a challenge. “Beckham is my sister’s husband, and

adopted daughter, remember? I don’t understand why being adopted gives you the right to disrespect elders. If you

at Priscilla’s barb. She was about to unleash a retort when Beckham’s voice

her like that, and it was pure fire.

smile was thin.

“Isn’t your sister a ray of sunshine?