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,

her second day, she felt a

time off and explain her tardiness to her colleagues, especially the gossiping

and providing excuses caused her

with this dilemma, Heather’s voice came through the phone, “Cherise,

took half a day of sick leave and asked if you could

if you’re not up to it, he

was at a loss

“This sick leave…”

Damien managed to sway the people at the

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

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

body even

“It’s nothing.”

chirped, seemingly catching on to Cherise’s unease. “Just a minor

Cherise grimaced. “Nonsense!”

up while cautioning Heather, “Stay put, don’t

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

be

“Forget what?”