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 had been going in and out of darkness every now and then. It was like this little breakdown had completely drained me out. I had no sense of my surroundings whatsoever. And the medicines weren't helping at all to keep me awake. 


But this time when I woke up, I saw myself in an oddly familiar room. But I couldn't wrap my head around it. I wasn't in the hospital room any longer. The bed I was lying on was awfully comfortable to my surprise. I sat up groaning, the ache in my body still there. I felt like I was literally 90 years old. That's how my bones were aching and cracking against each other. 


Fuck, it felt like I was hit by a truck. Again. I sat up, trying to ease the pounding in my head when Asher burst into the room. I squinted my eyes to see him wearing a super suit and cape, holding what seemed like a superman action figure. What? 


“Mummy! Look! I'm superman,” he gleamed, running for the couch in the corner and started jumping on it. 


72. Can't Leave