Marrying the Man in the Dark

Amid their modest wedding ceremony, Cherise clenched her fists, gazing at Damien earnestly and determinedly. “Don’t worry,”
she vowed, her voice resolute. “I’ll work tirelessly to give you the family we desire.” These scenes, though straightforward,
resonated deeply with Cherise. They were undoubtedly her own memories./
Unconsciously, her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she recalled her past confrontations with Damien, her righteous indignation
fueling fiery debates about the nature of their marriage, assuming it was merely a financial transaction.
But as she pieced together her memories, Cherise came to a startling realization. She had been the one to take the initiative in
their marriage from the very start. Surprisingly, Damien had been the passive one. The unfolding scenes in her mind mirrored the
vivid dreams that had haunted her during this time, leading her to the staggering conclusion that her dreams had been her reality
all along. As the memories in her mind took an unexpected turn...
“Alright, I’ll let you go,” Damien murmured, moving away from her lips and wiping his elegantly. “We’ll pick this up later tonight.
There are pressing matters to attend to now.”
As Damien released her, the images swirling in Cherise’s mind ceased abruptly. She was left dumbstruck and looked at Damien
in confusion. “I... she began, her voice faltering. Locking eyes with him, Cherise bit her lip, then threw herself into his arms
without another thought. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passion born of newfound understanding.
Cherise felt another surge of electricity coursing through her veins as their lips met again, yet it wasn’t enough. Desperately, she
mirrored Damien’s fervent kisses, hoping to trigger more memories, but to no avail. A twinge of frustration gnawed at her. She
hoped kissing him would unlock more of her past, but it seemed futile.
Just as she was preparing to pull away in disappointment, Damien’s hand tightened around her slender waist as he asserted his
dominance. Suddenly, Cherise’s memories began to flood back. She saw herself meeting Ian. She recalled him helping her
secure a part-time job and saw the confrontation between. Ian and Damien... But as Damien released her once more, the
memories ceased abruptly, leaving Cherise bewildered and longing for more.
Cherise fell silent, her mind swirling with confusion. What kind of predicament am I in? Must Damien kiss me to unlock my
memories? Will my memories only surface when he’s being assertive? The notion left her feeling perplexed and conflicted.
What’s wrong with me?! Is this the only way to retrieve my memories? Must I be subjected to his control before all my memories
are restored? Will he think I’m a deviant? She found the idea disturbingly perverse.

“What’s wrong?” Damien’s concerned voice interrupted her thoughts. His brows furrowed as he gazed at her. “Are you feeling
unwell? Or...”
“I...” Cherise hesitated, chewing on her lip. She longed to confide in Damien about what had just transpired, but its implications
gave her pause. Will it give him the license to constantly have his waywith me?
“I remember telling you to stay home and rest today,” Cherise said, pursing her lips as she instinctively shifted the conversation
away. “How did you end up here?”
The man offered a faint smile, reaching up to gently smooth a stray lock of hair from her temple. “I couldn’t bring myself to leave
you to deal with Sebastian alone.”
Cherise frowned. “Did Otto tell you?”
“Yes,” Damien confirmed.
“Otto!” Cherise pouted in frustration. “I specifically told him not to inform you!”
Damien sighed. “He knows when to draw the line.”