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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 night outside was unforgiving, with a biting cold that seeped through the cracks and crevices of the hospital, making it impossible to escape the chill.

Diara lay on the narrow bed, her body wrapped tightly in a thin hospital blanket that barely warded off the cold. She was sedated, her breathing slow and steady, but her face betrayed the turmoil of her dreams.

The smooth lines of her brow furrowed deeply, and her lips twitched as though she were in the throes of some unseen struggle. Whatever her mind was battling in sleep, it was relentless.

Down the dimly lit hallway, the figure in the black hoodie moved with purpose, yet there was an unmistakable hesitance in the way she glanced over her shoulder with every few steps.

Chapter 18