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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 hallway leading to the restrooms in the club was dimly lit, with soft ambient lights glowing along the walls.

Diara swayed slightly, the effects of the drinks she had earlier beginning to cloud her balance and judgment.

She squinted at the hallway, her vision blurring as the corridor seemed to split into two paths.

"Right... by my left?" she muttered to herself, giggling softly at the absurdity of the directions Raymond had given her.

Trusting her instincts, or perhaps her slightly inebriated logic, she turned left instead of right and continued down the hallway.

A polished sign marked *Toilet* loomed ahead, and she entered, relieved to have found it. She used the facilities, took a moment to splash some cold water on her face, and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly tousled, and her eyes bright with the telltale sparkle of intoxication. She smiled faintly.

Chapter 53