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 the world in shades of advantage

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

words, though harsh, were like a splash of cold

That was akin to leaping off a cliff blindfolded. Without his prestigious name, who would she be? In public, she was Mrs. Lenoir,

he could chase after fleeting desires as long as she retained all the diamond rings and the substantial bank account. However, tonight, in

a shaky breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her

her face as she turned to Damien, who continued to pummel Raymond

His death meant his fortune, and with that, a new life, a new lover,

eye, Cherise had turned the

through Damien’s veins as he relentlessly battered Raymond, each blow fueled by