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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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54 Chs

Chapter 41

After breakfast, Diara retreated to her room, her nerves still buzzing from the small rebellion she had staged at the table. She had savored every moment, relishing the look of barely contained rage in Kariyah's eyes as she forced her to wait on her. 

Diara knew there would likely be consequences, but for now, she let herself savor this brief taste of victory.

Once inside her room, Diara closed the door behind her and swiftly turned the lock. She crossed the room, moving purposefully toward the small drawer in her wardrobe. 

With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was truly alone, she knelt down and slid open the bottom drawer, lifting a false panel she had installed months ago. 

Beneath it, safely tucked away, was her little leather-bound account book—the only proof of the life she was quietly building for herself, right under Kellan's nose.