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

My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room, the dull throb in my head a persistent reminder of something unpleasant. The bed beneath me felt foreign, and as I attempted to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me. Panic set in as I struggled to piece together the events that had led me to this mysterious place. 


The door to the room creaked open slowly, and through the dim light, a figure emerged. Recognition sparked in my eyes as I squinted at her. I vividly remembered her from somewhere, though the details eluded me. 


"Who are you?" I asked, her eyes narrowing with concern as I winced in pain. 


"Hi, I'm Thea. How are you feeling now?" she continued, her voice gentle but laced with an underlying tension. 


"Like I've been hit by a truck," I groaned, clutching my head in my hands. 


"Well, you were, but a car in this case," Thea explained matter-of-factly, causing my frown to deepen. 


29. Waking Up