Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise remained silent.

This man had become so skilled at sweet–talking!

In the presidential suite of a five–star hotel in Adania.

A loud “bang” echoed as the expensive, diamond–studded phone was violently thrown to the ground.

Yolanda clenched her fists in anger, her eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

Cherise returned home without remembering how she got there or when she fell asleep.

It felt like she was a small boat in the sea, carried along by Damien’s tumultuous waves.

The following day, she luxuriously slept until noon.

At noon, Cherise was abruptly awakened by the sunlight streaming into her room.

As she glanced outside at the bright sunshine, a wave of chaos swept over her heart.

The next moment, she retrieved her phone and glanced at the screen.

Immediately, the entire manor resonated with the enraged voice of a woman, “Late for work again!!!”

her new job, yet she slept until noon.

second day, she felt a growing

and explain her tardiness to her colleagues, especially

of facing her coworkers and

voice came through the

a day of sick leave and asked if you could come in for the afternoon,” Heather relayed

you’re not up to it,

at a

“This sick leave…”

fathom how Damien managed to sway the people at the research institute.

as she was about to respond, a more pressing concern

yesterday, and the doctor advised her to rest for a few days. How

her body even

“It’s nothing.”

unease. “Just a minor injury. Work comes first!”

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

ado, she sprang from the bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch.

hesitated on the other end, her tone wary. “Cherise, forget

nothing. I might even be more active than you now.”

“Forget what?”