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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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#SURVIVAL
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE

Chapter 40

Diara jolted awake, her body tense as if still expecting Kellan's shadowed form looming beside her. 

She blinked, her heart racing, and checked the clock on the wall. Her stomach sank—11 a.m. She'd never slept so late, not once since living in this house. 

Panic surged through her; she hadn't completed her morning duties, and in a house as strict as Kellan's, a mistake like this could have severe consequences. 

Quickly, she splashed her face with cold water, hoping it would erase the last remnants of drowsiness and the lurking sense of dread that tightened her chest.

Hurrying down the stairs, she clutched the banister tightly, bracing herself for the usual sharp reprimand from the maids. She fully expected one of them to point out her tardiness with a harsh shove or mocking smirk.