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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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Chapter 36

Diara stared at Kellan, her expression flat and unreadable, though inside, she was boiling. The audacity he had to speak like this, as if he hadn't been the one to banish her to the guest room in the first place. His words were like sharp, twisting daggers aimed at her sanity. 

She felt disgust rise in her throat as she looked at him, barely able to keep her composure. The apology, the empty promises, all of it was a sick charade, a game he thought he could still win. 

But this time, Diara wasn't the same fragile, desperate woman she had been when she first entered this miserable marriage.

She had learned.

Kellan's hand gripped her wrist, stopping her in her tracks just as she turned to leave. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, not from warmth or affection, but from the sheer revulsion she felt toward him. 

The man who had used her, broken her, was now pretending as if he cared. He was playing a part, one she wasn't buying anymore.