Sam Shelly

Theodore Maxwell, a ruthless business tycoon driven by vengeance, plots to marry Alina Roosevelt to kill two birds with one stone: get revenge on her father and inherit everything that was rightfully his. Alina, a budding author with a heart as pure as her prose, was blissfully unaware of Theodore's ulterior motives when she said, "I do."

As Theodore's cunning plan unfolded, he found himself captivated by Alina's charm and kindness. Despite his initial intentions, he couldn't help but admire the woman he had married. But just as unexpected love began to blossom, everything crumbled with Alina’s father, who devised a cunning scheme that shattered the fragile peace in their marriage. Consumed by rage and betrayal, Theodore divorces Alina, blaming her for her father's deceit. 

It's too late to realize that Alina was a mere pawn in her father's malicious game. Regret gnawed at his heart as he desperately searched for her, but she had vanished without a trace. Haunted by the memory of his cruel actions, Theodore is set to find Alina and make amends. And he will stop at nothing. How long will Alina be successful in keeping her little secret hidden?
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“I’m not your wife anymore, Theodore!” I yelled, shoving him away from me. He had absolutely no right to march back into my life. 

“Here’s where you are wrong, Alina,” he took dangerous steps towards me until I was pushed against one of the walls, as he held me captive. “You were mine, then. You are mine now. And you, most definitely, will stay mine in the future. Not even you can separate yourself from me, Alina, because you were born to be mine!” And that’s when he smashed his lips against mine in a furious kiss. 



Theodore's Regret

I gave myself a final overview in the mirror. The blue dress did well to enhance the curves on my body. It was a full sleeve silk body-con dress, reaching my ankles. Not too bad, I think. I looked at the clock which stated 7:30. Shit, I am late. 


I heard a knock on the door, making me glance at it as I put on my earrings. Must be Martha coming to inform me that her dearest Mr. Maxwell is probably going crazy downstairs waiting for me. 


“Come in,” I announce, hurriedly working on my earrings. I heard the door open before shutting back. “Sorry Martha. I know Theodore might probably be eating your ear out for me being late,” I didn't hear anything back from which made me turn around and face her. “Just let him know I'll be down in two min-” my words died in my throat as my eyes fell on the person who was in my room. 


19. Beautiful Wife