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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 35

Diara sat on the edge of her seat, heart pounding in her chest, the tension in the room thick and suffocating. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to stay quiet, to keep the peace, but she knew that if she didn't speak now, she might never get the chance again. 

The words had been clawing at her throat for days, weeks even. She no longer wanted this. Not the contract, not the marriage—none of it. 

But she also knew who Kellan was, what he was capable of. Saying those words aloud was like striking a match in a room full of gasoline.

Her fingers trembled as she twisted the fabric of her dress, trying to gather the courage to speak. Kellan sat across from her, his gaze piercing and unreadable.

 His eyes always carried that same cold, deceptive calm, a calm that made her skin crawl because she knew what lay beneath.