Marrying the Man in the Dark

The air was heavy with the metallic scent of blood, and Raymond’s whimpers reverberated through the room.

Damien’s icy glare sent shivers down Wanda and Patricia’s spines, despite their claims, of affection for the groaning figure on the floor.

Finally, Wanda, her voice trembling, pulled at Cherise’s sleeve. “Cherry, please reason with Dame before he has Raymond killed!”

Cherise’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She met Wanda’s gaze and slowly withdrew her hand. “Are you certain you want him to remain alive?”

Confusion flushed Wanda’s face.”

In Wanda’s eyes, Cherise was still the sweet, forgiving girl she had been five years ago. She wouldn’t dare question someone’s plea, let alone doubt her love.

no inkling of how much Cherise had changed, how five years had molded her into a woman who saw

lips. “Consider this. If he dies today, you can find someone new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town, even attempting to reconcile with Mrs. Miles at this party while you’re playing the role of a contented wife. Do you truly wish to keep someone like him who cannot stay committed?”

were like a splash of cold water.

driven her to the brink for years, but leaving him? That was akin to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs.

long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank account. However, tonight, in front of everyone, he had shattered her dignity like a dropped glass.

a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her resistance finally waned.

to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,”

his fortune, and with that, a new life,

blink of an eye, Cherise had turned the tables, leaving Raymond’s

relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by years of pent-up