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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.

Married to my Downfall

Diara woke up even before the first light of dawn had touched the sky.

A rare smile danced on her lips, and her heart fluttered with excitement. Today was the day she would finally visit the Crownstar company. She was finally going to meet the stranger again if fate allowed her.

She had been looking forward to this moment, and now that it was finally here, she could hardly contain her happiness.

She carefully picked out a red gown from her closet, its vibrant color mirroring the joy she felt inside. The fabric felt soft against her skin as she slipped it on, fitting her form perfectly.

She paired the gown with a pristine white pair of shoes, adding a touch of elegance to her appearance.

Diara took one last look in the mirror, smoothing out any wrinkles in the dress, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

From the corner of her room, she retrieved her most cherished possession—a sleek bag she had saved up for months to buy.

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