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

“What do you mean I can't leave!?” I hissed, meeting his eyes with confidence. Who does he think he is ordering me Iike that? 


“I mean you will be staying here from now on,” he explained confidently. 


“Bullshit. I'm going home,” I got off the bed and looked for my phone, except I couldn't find it. 


“This is your home Alina. This is my son's home. And yours,” I ignored his words and continued to search for my phone. It had to be with me. What if… I passed to see Theodore standing casually with his hands in his pockets, looking a little stressed out at the current situation. Although he was trying his best to maintain his calm. 


“No! This isn't. I will not live here. Neither will Asher. And where the hell is my phone?” His hands appeared from his pockets, pulling out my phone from it. 


73. Breakdown