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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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55 Chs

Chapter 48

Ziora stood quietly by the side, her eyes darting between Diara and Raymond as they embraced. The rawness of the moment tugged at her heart, but she held back, giving them the space they needed. 

She busied herself with clearing a corner of the cluttered room, pushing aside a pile of discarded fabrics and broken furniture. The room was a far cry from what it once had been, but she would fix that. They all would. 

When Diara finally pulled away, her tears subsiding into quiet sniffles, Raymond didn't let go entirely. 

His hands rested gently on her shoulders, his gaze fixed on her face. The way he looked at her, it was as though he were trying to piece together the fragments of the woman he'd once known. 

Diara's eyes were hollow, her features drained of the vibrant energy he remembered so vividly. She sat stiffly, her body almost too fragile for the weight she carried. 

Raymond's jaw tightened, his anger simmering just below the surface.