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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 32

As Diara stepped into the boutique, her breath caught in her throat. The inside of the building was far more impressive than she had anticipated. 

From the outside, it appeared to be a modest little shop nestled between larger, more extravagant stores. 

But once inside, it was clear that this place was a hidden gem. The space opened up like a secret world—big, airy, and filled with an array of vibrant colors and delicate fabrics.

The walls were lined with dresses, each more beautiful and unique than the last. Some were simple, elegant pieces in soft pastels, while others were bold and dramatic, bursting with intricate patterns and shimmering details. 

Mannequins stood proudly on display, each one wearing a masterpiece that could easily belong on the runway. Diara's eyes sparkled as she wandered through the shop, her fingers grazing the fabrics as if they were the most delicate of treasures.