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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

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Kellan lay in bed, his robe loosely draped over his body, only half open, revealing the contours of his muscular chest.

Despite the warmth of the sheets and the inviting presence of the woman beside him, his mind was elsewhere.

His gaze was unfocused, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts of the company's troubles weighed heavily on him.

The woman, her body pressed against his, noticed his distant expression. She traced her fingers along his chest, her touch light and teasing.

"Baby," she murmured, her voice soft and sultry as she tried to capture his attention. "Look at me a little, tell me what's wrong."

Kellan sighed, his hand absently running through her hair as he struggled to pull himself back to the present. "My dear," he replied, his tone weary, "you wouldn't understand. It's complicated."

Chapter 17