Marrying the Man in the Dark

“If you tell me you’re genuinely interested in being with me, I’d be thrilled to have you by my side.” Sebastian lifted the teacup to his lips, taking a sip. “But you’re fabricating a pregnancy, acting like your want to be with me. What’s your game?”

“Are you planning to murder me when I lower my guard? Or perhaps you want me to publicly admit that I returned Damien’s shares to him just so everyone believes his wife cheated on him. I never expected you to defend Damien like this, even with your memory loss.”

“If I’d known you’d react like this, I wouldn’t have let you slip away in the first place.” He yawned, his voice laced with indifference. “Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to incapacitate you and make you a foolish, helpless person.”

“I’m not like Damien. He revels in your vivacious essence and spirited demeanor, whereas I…” Sebastian set down the teacup, fixing a menacing gaze on Cherise. “I cherish you in every form. Look at you now, with your pallid complexion, harboring fear in your heart… I love it.” Shifting into a more relaxed position on the sofa, his frigid gaze swept past Cherise, his words sharp and brutal, sending chills down her spine.

“Before our paths crossed again, all I could envision was possessing you at any cost,” he declared. “I once believed that an innocent country bumpkin like you would willingly become my bride. After all, I’m from a wealthy family. I thought I could manipulate you and triumphantly flaunt you to the world, but… alas.”

pen in his hand, a cold smile gracing his lips. “Not only did he snatch you away, but he also ensnared your heart, leaving nothing for me. So, what do you expect me to do? I can attempt to seize

the sofa’s armrest tightly.

drive a wedge between you and Damien. I didn’t foresee you actually losing your memory.” He met Cherise’s gaze boldly. “However, I don’t care about your current condition. It doesn’t matter whether you recall anything.” Regardless if she’s lost her memory, her mind is consumed with thoughts of Damien, and

sofa. “Wouldn’t it be niee to put you into a vegetative state so you could be a mere trophy?”

won’t be dreaming of another man in front of me,” he smirked at Cherise.

male voice interrupted as Sebastian issued his menacing threats, causing him to jolt from the