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.

didn’t want to stay in the Tanner family and constantly clashed with Gwenn, causing disappointment and sorrow for

brow furrowed

as his own, would let

shadow, poisoning her perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her dislike solidifying, a distaste that permeated

not mine. I’m just Dad’s adopted child. No

a challenge. “Beckham is my sister’s husband, and his children are obligated to

remember? I don’t understand why being adopted gives you the right to disrespect elders. If you want no part of me, it’s easy. Just stop being

unleash a retort when Beckham’s voice boomed, “Gwenn, hurry up and greet your

her like that, and it was pure

smile was thin. “Hmm,

to Cherise. “Isn’t your sister a ray of sunshine? But why did Damien say