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

same scenario on her second day, she felt

to request time off and explain her tardiness to

coworkers and providing

as she grappled with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise, are you

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

to it, he can grant another

at a loss for

“This sick leave…”

how Damien managed to sway

respond, a more pressing concern crossed her

her to rest for a few days. How could she

body even handle

“It’s nothing.”

Cherise’s unease. “Just

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

quickly freshening up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t move an inch. I’ll

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

might even be more active than

“Forget what?”