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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 slowly opened her eyes, the world around her spinning in a nauseating blur. A sharp, throbbing pain sliced through her skull, making her wince and squeeze her eyes shut again.

For a moment, she couldn't place where she was. The ceiling above her was too white, too sterile.

The scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, mingling with the faint hum of machinery. Then, like a dam bursting, the memories came rushing back.

Her mind drifted back to the confrontation with her aunt, Stephanie. The seething words, the tension that had crackled like a live wire between them.

She had finally snapped, after years of swallowing her anger, and fought back. But then Scarlet, her venomous cousin, had struck her in the head with a brush.

The shock of the blow had sent her spiraling into darkness, and now she was here, lying on an unfamiliar bed with no idea how much time had passed.

Chapter 12