Married To The Stranger In The Dark

Chapter 4

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as a cold, tight fist in my stomach. The warehouse was almost pitch black, save for a few stray b

of pain cutting through the silence as it tried, and failed, to rise. The f

d full of agony. My first thoug

immediately extinguished it. I was a girl on the run, hiding in a derelict building

maller, quieter, slowing my breathing until I could h

ed into an eter

e world

open, flying inward with a deafening crash. Blinding sunl

dark suits. Fabian's men. Their long shadows stretch

of them yelled, his voice echoing in the vast

e floor. It was ove

ndings for an escape route, but

hed himself up, using a rusted weight rack for support. He s

erful lines of his broad shoulders and the thick muscle

e of them pulling out what looked like a taser.

nimalistic sound, a ragged breath drawn through

the front of his dark t-shirt, near his stoma

standing up for me, but h

in my mind. This w

er the tarp, moving toward a small, dusty window on the far wall. It was high, b

izingly slow. I was ter

he worn leather of the pommel horse w

y alumi

th a clatter that sounded as loud a

bodyguards shouted, and immedia

scrambled, but ther

ulder when a black shape flew past me. The

me behind his massive frame

eel. I could feel the scorching heat of his body,

ed back. All I could see was the hard l

e a low, urgent growl in my ear, a sou

. Play alon

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Westley Curlin Romance

“At my own lavish engagement party, I thought I was stepping into a beautiful future with the man I loved. Instead, I found my fiancé pinning my stepsister against a wall in a storage room, kissing her hungrily. They didn't even look guilty. My stepsister laughed, revealing that my entire engagement was a sham. I was just a pathetic placeholder because she had refused an arranged marriage. When I tried to escape this nightmare, my stepfather's bodyguards dragged me back. He threw a PR marriage contract at my feet and gave me a horrifying ultimatum. "Sign it, or the matching kidney donor for your mother will go to someone else." He was blackmailing me with my dying mother's life to force me to take my stepsister's place. I was being sold off to marry a notorious, violent hockey player named Dylan Kowalski. I was completely trapped, suffocating under the cruelty of the family that treated me like livestock. With no other choice, I signed away my freedom and my soul just to keep my mother alive. As I prepared to face a year of hell with a brutal stranger, my mind kept drifting back to a dangerous, bleeding man I had briefly hidden with the night I ran away. I didn't know yet that the devil I was forced to marry and the stranger who had fiercely kissed me in the dark were the exact same person.”