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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 47

The soft glow of the screen illuminated Diara's face as she scrolled through the banking app on her phone. The figures stared back at her,

a breathtaking confirmation of months, maybe years, of strategic saving and careful planning. Her heart swelled with a mix of relief and pride.

 It was more than enough. Enough to finally sever the last tether holding her back. Enough to launch her own fashion house, a dream that had simmered in her chest for so long it felt almost surreal to see its potential become tangible. 

She allowed herself a small smile, one laced with bitterness but triumph nonetheless. Kellan, for all his faults, and they were numerous, had never failed to honor his promise of payment. 

The contractual amounts, plus the extras she'd earned along the way, had trickled into her account steadily, and now they pooled into a sum that symbolized her escape. Her fingers lingered on the screen, the vision of her future playing vividly in her mind.