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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 37

Kariyah's cold threat hung in the air, sharp and suffocating as she shoved Diara aside, leaving her reeling from both the physical blow and the weight of her words. 

Diara stood there for a moment, her hand pressed against her stinging cheek, feeling the heat radiate from the skin. 

Pain mingled with a rush of anger and fear, but she bit her lip and swallowed it down. There was no point in provoking Kariyah further; she had learned that lesson the hard way.

With a heavy heart, Diara turned and made her way to the bedroom, her steps slow and deliberate, each one echoing the turmoil in her mind. 

The door creaked open, revealing Kellan, who sat hunched on the edge of the bed, his fingers drumming impatiently against the mattress. His phone lay beside him, vibrating incessantly with calls from his mistress. 

Diara caught a glimpse of the screen, the name flashing in bright letters, and a knot formed in her stomach.