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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 46

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long, golden streaks through the tall windows of the Crownstar mansion. The grand house, so opulent and gilded, felt more like a gilded cage to her a place where splendor suffocated, and freedom was nothing but a dream.

 The mother and daughter duo, with their sharp tongues and sharper glares, ensured that she felt every ounce of her captivity. It had been weeks since Kellan had forced her here, weeks since her life had shifted into this torment again.  

The vast hallways echoed with the sound of her work scrubbing, dusting, wiping. Every creak of the wooden floors beneath her feet was a reminder of the mansion's sprawling, inescapable enormity. 

Today was no different. She crouched by the baseboards, a damp rag in her hand, scrubbing a spot that didn't exist. Her muscles ached, her head throbbed, and her thoughts spiraled in an endless loop of despair.  

Until the nausea hit.