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

Was it worth it? Giving Alina a chance, knowing that she is the daughter of that rat? I think so. I couldn't help but change the way I think of her recently. She had proved me wrong in a number of things, and the curiosity to know her better got the best of me. I couldn't erase the protective urge that swirled in me on the day she cried. The day of her birthday and her mother's death anniversary. It pained my heart to see her tear-stained cheeks that day. For a moment, I was scared and didn't want to be the reason behind her tears. Why? I still don't know. 


But there was just something about her that had entranced me. There was no doubt she was so far the prettiest, most beautiful woman I had ever witnessed in my life. And none of it was plastic. It was all natural. But her aura, her elegance could really make anyone her fan. Mr. And Mrs. Summers were a good example of it. 


23. Real Feelings