In the days that followed Deyonjay Stone’s revelation about their impending wedding, Krissan Jarrett found herself ensnared in a delicate dance of deception and intrigue within the confines of his stronghold. Every moment was a precarious balance between outward compliance and inner rebellion, as she navigated the treacherous waters of her captivity.
Deyonjay’s demeanor remained unpredictable—a shifting tide of charm and cruelty that kept Krissan on edge. One moment, he would treat her with a veneer of courtesy, the next, he would unleash a torrent of cutting remarks designed to erode her spirit.
“You look exquisite today, Krissan,” Deyonjay remarked one morning, his voice smooth as silk as he handed her a delicate rose. “A fitting bride-to-be.”
Krissan accepted the flower with a forced
