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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.

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Chapter 15

Scarlet's voice echoed through the grand but coldly elegant living room, her tone laced with frustration and disbelief. 

"Mum, why did you have to take her to the hospital?" she shouted, pacing back and forth as the tension in the air grew thicker.

Her mother, seated with a composed yet weary expression, barely looked up from the delicate china cup she held. 

The cook, who had just handed her a cup of lemon tea, quickly retreated from the room, sensing the brewing storm. 

Scarlet's mother took a small sip, wiping her forehead with a neatly folded handkerchief before responding.

"You don't seem to understand the gravity of this situation," her mother replied, her voice calm but firm, as if trying to soothe a child's tantrum.

Scarlet's eyes narrowed, her fury barely contained. "You should have just thrown her out somewhere and let her rot there," she hissed, her voice dropping to a venomous low.