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!!!”

marked Cherise’s first day at her new job, yet she slept until

scenario on her second day, she felt

explain her tardiness to

mere thought of facing her coworkers and providing excuses caused

this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you not feeling well today?”

and asked if you could come in for the afternoon,” Heather relayed over the

you’re not up to it, he can grant

at a loss for words.

“This sick leave…”

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

as she was about to respond, a more pressing concern crossed her mind. “Heather, did you go to work today?”

days.

even

“It’s nothing.”

catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just a minor injury. Work

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

from the bed, quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll be over

on the other end, her

might even be more active than you now.”

“Forget what?”