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

Alina didn't argue once when I dragged her to my office room. Infact, she stayed silent the whole time. Now that was something I was worried about. She seemed numb, almost lost in her own thoughts that she didn't respond to anything. Like anything at all. Not when I made her sit on my chair in the office, not when I poured her a glass of water. Sure she took it from my hand, but made no move of drinking it. Observing her silently, I took the glass from her hand and kneeled down before her to get to her height. 


Tilting her chin towards me, I raised the glass to her lips before she finally parted them and I made her drink some of the water. She took a deep breath before moving back. “See, what happened. I told you it was fine if I could just come to the office on my own,” she spoke, lost in a trance. 


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