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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 42

Diara clicked the lock shut on her bedroom door, taking a deep breath as she finally found herself alone. She looked down at the box on the bed, feeling an intense wave of disgust, as if the object itself bore the weight of Kellan's arrogance.

 Still, she forced herself to lift the lid and peer inside, her fingers grazing the fabric of the dark red gown that lay neatly folded. She held it up to the light, taking in the luxurious sheen, the delicate stitching, the way the material fell in graceful folds.

 It was undeniably beautiful, a dress that must have cost a fortune.

She found a matching purse and a pair of heels, their sleek, polished surfaces gleaming up at her. Diara's brow furrowed. How did he know her size? Kellan had never concerned himself with the details of her life.