Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) Novel
Chatper 701

Chapter 701 Unveiling The Truth

“Damien is quite a catch, isn’t he? He was the heir to the Lenoir empire, with seemingly endless wealth and power

at his disposal. If I were in your sister’s shoes, I wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away either. Marriage certainly

seems like the most logical course of action, wouldn’t you agree?”

Cherise’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but her smile sent a chilling vibe, causing Ursula to instinctively

recoil.

Ursula stammered, her face turning crimson, and retorted, “You… what nonsense is this?! Weena is not the woman

you claim her to be; she’s definitely not some gold-digging opportunist! When she rescued Damien, she had no

knowledge of his wealth or position. If it weren’t for his public plea to replace the girl who saved him, she would have

never sought any recognition or compensation!”

Ursula paused before declaring indignantly, her voice filled with righteous anger, “And who are you to accuse my

sister with such audacity? Three years ago, Damien was trapped in a fire. My sister, Weena, bravely risked her own

life to save him. Her feet were severely burned in the process, and she still struggles to walk today. This is a debt

Damien undeniably owes her!”

This was Ursula’s default counterargument, a defense mechanism honed to deflect criticism towards her sister.

However, this time, its impact on Cherise was far more profound than intended. While Cherise was aware that

Rowena had saved Damien, she didn’t know that she was the one who had rescued him from the fire.

Despite their five-year estrangement, Cherise still held a flicker of affection for Damien. She had entrusted Zachary

with keeping her informed about his life. From his reports, Cherise understood that the only major incident involving

Damien was the fire three years ago. Yet, the one who pulled him from the flames was not Rowena but Cherise

herself.

The fire-resistant scrapbook, a tangible symbol of their enduring bond, had been rescued from the flames, only to

become a painful reminder of their past.

Cherise had inadvertently grabbed the scrapbook in the urgency of saving Damien, unaware of the potential

danger. It was only after Damien’s ambulance had departed that she realized the severity of the burns on her right

hand.

This secret she had closely guarded for years, for in the eyes of the world, Damien was her enemy. But only Cherise

knew that he would forever remain her beloved deep within her heart.

Tucked away in the hidden corners of her study lay a metal scrapbook, its weathered surface a testament to the

passage of time.

In the quietest hours of the night, when sleep eluded her, Cherise would reach for it. It was a portal to a past filled

with shared laughter and whispered secrets.

In hindsight, she realized that she and Damien had a deeper connection than she had ever acknowledged. He took

pleasure in exploring Shaw Village, her hometown, flipping through her photo albums and diaries, trying to etch

every smile and moment of hers in his mind and heart. And she, in turn, found solace in those scrapbooks, clinging

to the joy and laughter they had once shared.

Suddenly, Ursula’s voice broke the silence, its smugness unmistakable in her remark, “Humph! Are you

mesmerized? Impressed by my sister’s heroic actions, huh?”

She interpreted Cherise’s contemplative gaze as admiration for Rowena’s bravery and continued. “Damien was a

guest at the hotel where Weena worked when the fire broke out. Unaware of his identity, she selflessly rushed into

the blaze to save him. Her heroic act deserves all the comfort and material rewards. she has received.”

Ursula’s words sharply contrasted with the cherished memories Cherise held.

Cherise replied with a measured smile, concealing the storm brewing within her. “I see. Your sister is truly selfless

and compassionate.”

Selfless and compassionate enough to claim credit for someone else’s deeds, to revel in Damien’s gratitude, and to

accept his compensation without a burdened conscience.