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.

She didn’t want to stay

furrowed

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

lingering resentment had cast a long shadow, poisoning her perception of Gwenn even before they had met. Now, face-to-face, Priscilla found her dislike solidifying, a distaste

offered, a strained smile gracing her lips. “Look, you’re Cherise’s aunt, not mine. I’m just

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

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

unleash a retort when Beckham’s voice boomed, “Gwenn, hurry

but the stern glint in Beckham’s eyes stopped her cold. He rarely looked at her like that, and it was pure fire. She rolled her eyes internally but swallowed her pride.

was thin.

ray of sunshine? But why did Damien say she always