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.

molded her into a woman who

new. He’s been fooling around with every woman in town, even attempting to reconcile

were like a splash of cold water.

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

convinced herself that he could chase after fleeting desires as 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.

breath, meeting Cherise’s gaze as her resistance

pummel Raymond like a punching bag. “Dame,” she spat, “make it hurt good!

to finish Raymond off. His death meant his fortune, and with that, a new life, a new lover, all acquired with the tainted money of her past.

Cherise had turned the tables, leaving Raymond’s sole defender

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