Marrying the Man in the Dark

Cherise felt a warmth enveloping her heart as the man’s deep voice filled the room with its gentle timbre. No one could resist the soothing resonance of his words. She bit her lip, contemplating. “Well, I suppose it’s not entirely out of the question…” She didn’t want to dismiss Damien’s suggestion. After all, she was open to trying other ways to regain her memory. She wasn’t willing to allow Damien to have his way with her.

“But…” She paused, locking eyes with Damien. “My dad just arrived in Adania today, and we’re set to head to Shawbury tomorrow. I don’t think that’s very nice, is it?” Despite her memory loss, Cherise understood the significance of spending time with her loved ones.

“He’s leaving tomorrow.”

Cherise’s eyes widened in surprise. “He’s leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Damien affirmed, his gaze slightly distant. “He’s headed to settle some old scores on a Mediterranean island.”

Cherise nodded thoughtfully. “I see.” Though she didn’t fully understand what Damien meant by “old scores,” she understood the gravity of the situation. Beckham had his priorities, and her father’s urgency to resolve the conflict spoke volumes of its importance to him. As his daughter, she couldn’t stand in his way. She took a deep breath and asked, “How about inviting Dad for dinner tonight?”

a great idea,” Damien agreed, nodding. “Why don’t you make some pierogis?” With a playful pinch to Cherise’s

change. But on the way up, a thought struck her, prompting her to turn to Damien again. “And what about

won’t come to any harm. Your father has his limits. Although everyone in Sebastian’s life has abandoned him, his life won’t be in danger. Your

noted, her lips pressed together. “Why don’t you just

a challenge,” Damien chuckled. “Sebastian is much more cunning than

had already set the steaming pierogis on the table as the sun dipped below the horizon. This was her first time reuniting with her dad after her amnesia, and Cherise was meticulous

memory loss, she hoped her father could feel her affection for him upon seeing the delectable

“I’ll do it.”