Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise’s heart quickened its pace within her chest, racing with apprehension.

Could it be?

Was her meticulously crafted escape plan unraveled too soon?

Contrary to the scandalous rumors that swirled around her, no journalist could have fathomed finding her concealed within the confines of such a filthy receptacle!

As the footsteps outside dwindled into silence, a fresh set of resolute footfalls approached, each bearing an air of elegant indifference.

With each approaching stride, Cherise braced herself for the inevitable.

Gritting her teeth, she resignedly closed her eyes, fully convinced that her fate was sealed.

This was the moment, the end of everything!

Not only had she failed to shake off the relentless pursuit of those shady journalists, but now she was about to be caught squatting in a trash can, which would undoubtedly bring immense shame upon herself.

She held the esteemed position of Damien’s wife, who presided over the Lenoir Group!

proving too much

already imagine the scandalous headlines, picturing her grimy face amidst

No way!

cause embarrassment to her husband!

was startled

can lid, sunlight flooded in, causing Cherise

journalists would either pull her qut of the trash can or, at the very least, tip it

who lifted the lid

with a mix of helplessness and amusement. “Mrs. Lenoir, want me to take this trash can

utterly shocked!

of excitement through her, warming her heart instantly. head tilted slightly downward, a faint smile dancing upon his lips as he

Cherise’s heartache with a blend of emotions-annoyance,

stood up abruptly, reaching out to embrace Damien. “Darling… she murmured, overwhelmed with emotion.

the library’s signal would be blocked, leaving him unaware

face the ordeal alone, fearing that her inability to escape would embarrass him

she had yet to anticipate his timely arrival.