Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 828

Chapter 828 He’s My Dad! 

Damien’s brow furrowed. Even now, after everything, Cherise was still worried about Beckhan’s feelings. 

Thinking about Beckham’s cold shoulder to her, Damien cherished Cherise even more. 

He reached up, tilting her chin to meet his gaze. “Why do you care what he thinks? Does he matter that much to you?” 

Cherise, eyes clear and determined, nodded. “Of course! He’s my dad!” 

Sure, their relationship wasn’t as close as Elvis’s couple, but the blood tie was undeniable. Of course, she cared! 

Damien, his eyes full of unspoken emotion, brushed a kiss against her lips. “There’s no need to worry about him anymore. He already knows.” 

Cherise froze. “How… how does he know?” 

Cherise’s stomach twisted. 

The news was barely a day old, and how come Dad already knew before she and Lyra did? 

Her suspicions landed on Damien, her eyes flashing. “Was it you? You told him?” 

Damien didn’t flinch. He held her gaze with a calmness that felt like a slap in the face. “Yes. I went straight to him after what went down last night.” 

Cherise felt the air thicken, her heart hammering against her ribs. Why would Damien keep this from her? She stared at him, speechless. 

Suddenly, she turned her anger towards Damien. “Don’t you know how much this will hurt him? Why tell him before me?” 

Anger, raw and sharp, edged her voice. It was understandable, Damien knew, but a knot of worry twisted in his gut. 

In Cherise’s mind, Damien was always the careful one, the one who weighed every move. Why would he do something she knew would cut Dad so deep? 

Damien, his smile a little sad, tucked a stray hair behind Cherise’s ear. “Cherry, I know you’re worried sick about your dad. It’s because you’re seeing things as his daughter, but I’m not.” 

Cherise, still fuming, kept her hand away. She wasn’t ready for intimacy. “Then how do 

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you see it?” 

Damien’s eyes softened with love and concern. “As your husband. From the moment you reconciled with the Tanners, I’ve watched how Beckham treats you. The only daughter of the Tanner family, his favorite woman’s child, yet he treats you worse than Gwenn, his adopted daughter.” 

Cherise wanted to argue, but he touched her lips, silencing her. 

His voice, deep and rough, filled the room. “Cherry, I know you don’t care about fancy names or riches. But as your man, it boils my blood to see your family push you aside. You’re the best woman in the world, better than anyone. So I can’t stand Beckham treating you like yesterday’s trash. I want him to see he picked the wrong favorite.” 

He stared at her, his jaw set. “I know this might piss you off, doing this behind your back. But that’s what husbands do, right? Take the punches for their wives. Whatever you throw at me, I deserve it.” 

Cherise bit her lip, finding herself at a loss for words to counter her husband. 

How could I refute him? After all, he’s merely stating facts; my father’s favoritism towards Gwenn is undeniable.