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Married to my Downfall

he tightens his grip on her wrist, his cold, lustful eyes bore into her soul, reminding her of the vows they once exchanged. "You are mine and mine alone," he whispers, his voice dripping with dark possessiveness. But Diara is no longer the broken woman he left behind. She meets his gaze with a defiant grin, her voice steady as she declares, "I have signed the divorce papers, there’s nothing between us." But Kellan, ever the predator, smirks at her defiance, licking his lips in a way that makes her skin crawl. "I have not yet signed the divorce papers," he sneers, "It’s null and void." His words send a wave of disgust through her, but she refuses to back down. She has suffered enough—endured the heartbreak of losing countless children, the relentless torment of the Crownstar family, and the pain of loving a man who only brought her misery. Diara thought she had escaped his clutches, but now he has returned, more dangerous and determined than ever to claim her as his own. He may have broken her once, but this time, Diara is prepared to fight back. She knows that Kellan is a monster, a man who thrives on control and manipulation, and she is ready to do whatever it takes to free herself from his grasp once and for all. As the battle between them intensifies, Diara must confront the demons of her past and the dark reality of her present. In a world where love is twisted into something unrecognizable, she must find the strength to reclaim her life and protect herself from the man who once vowed to cherish her—but who now seeks to destroy her.

SilverSkyla · Urban
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Chapter 25

It had been a year and six months since Diara had signed the contract and moved into the Crownstar mansion, a sprawling estate that radiated power and wealth from every corner. 

The contract had been a lifeline then, a flicker of hope promising escape from her uncle's oppressive house and a future with Kellan, a man she had once believed she could love. 

She had imagined something different, something safe. But she could never have imagined the reality she now lived in—a gilded cage worse than any prison.

The mansion was cold, suffocating despite its grandeur. Each marble floor, crystal chandelier, and ornate tapestry felt like a mockery of her suffering. The house was filled with people—servants, employees, guests—but none of them saw her.

 To them, she was invisible, a shadow that flitted about unnoticed. Once, she had been full of life, her eyes bright and her spirit untamed.