Does Dexter Marry Sylvie Novels & Stories

“Been cheated on. And cheated. The reason? Something stupid—love.” I stayed quiet, watching him closely. “Fine. So you think love before marriage isn’t necessary,” Vincent said with a laugh. “But when I proposed to Sasha, the first thing she asked was if I loved her. So clearly… love matters to her.” “What are you getting at?” I asked. “What do I want?” he repeated, then sighed. “I made Sasha’s life hell. The last thing I want is to ruin her future, too. I just… I just want to make sure she’s happy.”

“You all right?” I stretched out my blood-covered arms. My shirt and pants were drenched. My fingers ached when I wiggled them. I smiled wryly. “My wife has been fucking her half-brother our entire marriage, Daniele.” My words died in my mouth, my throat becoming dry. Felix got up with a wince. He stepped over the corpse and almost slipped on the blood. “Fuck,” he growled before he stopped in front of me. He held out his hand.

“Dexter. He was secretly in love with you but didn’t pursue you because of his condition. That’s why he asked me to protect you, but I always thought you were fine. I never saw the need, but his words haunted me, so I decided to marry you.” Karen missed Dexter, and the revelation of his feelings for her was surprising. She loved him too, but was it enough to consider marriage? She couldn’t say, but her eyes welled up with tears. Dexter cared deeply, entrusting Hector to look after her. “Thank you for telling me.” “I will go back to my seat now,” Hector said, hastening away as if chased by a storm. If he had known Karen had overheard everything, he wouldn’t have approached her again that day,

“Tomorrow, we are going to a party. And you will look perfect. Do you understand?” “Yes…” I whispered, still trembling from what just happened. He walked to the door and stopped. “And Violet?” “Yes?” “Stay away from the basement of this house. And never, ever touch the locked drawer in my study. Some secrets are better left unknown.” He closed the door, leaving me alone with my racing heart and a million questions. Who is Damien Vane really? Why did he really marry me? And what was that secret he was hiding? Little did I know, agreeing to this contract would not just change my life… it would put it in danger. TO BE CONTINUED...

Empty. Echoing. One glass became two. I was halfway through the second when the front door opened and Dexter walked in. He stopped when he saw me. Jacket in hand, tie loosened, the particular look of a man whose evening had not gone the way he planned. He glanced at the wine bottle on the coffee table, then at me, then at the television. “Ivy’s not here,” I said, because someone had to say something. “I can see that.” He set his jacket over the arm of the chair. “Date cancelled.”

The vicar filled the marriage sacred bowl he was holding with the water before splashing it on them in a ritual that had been practiced since time memorial. ''It is done.'' he said. They leave the venue of the wedding, with Sylvia now saying goodbye to her old home. She was going to miss it but there was really nothing she could do about it because her new life was now with Remus and his pack. That was the life she was going to live now. On the way to Lowell's large mansion, she tried to make some conversation with Remus, now her husband, but he tells her to quit the act, that she shouldn’t need to try and please him – that they are married does not mean they have to like each other.