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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.

SilverSkyla · 现代言情
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60 Chs

Chapter 33

Diara stared at the old lady, feeling the delicate weight of the blue dress in her hands. The fabric was smooth, its texture rich against her fingers, and she knew, without a doubt, that this was no ordinary gown. 

The intricate stitching, the way it shimmered faintly in the light—everything about it whispered luxury. She could feel her heart flutter with both gratitude and hesitation.

"I can't do that," Diara said softly, shaking her head as she looked up at the woman. "It's your dress, and I can tell from the texture that it's really expensive. You can't just give it to me."

The old woman's face softened even more, her eyes crinkling with a warmth that felt both kind and unyielding. 

She gave Diara a gentle smile, the kind that spoke of wisdom and understanding far beyond words. Without another word, the woman leaned forward and, with an almost playful insistence, shoved the dress into Diara's bag.