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Billionaire Daughter's Redemption

"Don't you dare come near me, you monster," Natasha yelled at Bryan while stepping away from him. He grabbed her by her neck and slammed her against the wall. "Now what are you gonna do?" Bryan challenged her. "What have I ever done to you? Why are you doing this to me?" Natasha cried in pain. With hatred in his eyes, Bryan started tightening his hold around her neck, choking her. "It's because I hate you so much. My hatred for you is bigger than the sun and darker than the night." Bryan replied to her in a hatred-dripping tone. "Then fucking kill me! Why are you torturing me like this?" Natasha cried out loud as she could no longer bear her hatred in the eyes of her husband. "Nah! That will be easy. I want to see you in pain. I want to see you suffer. I own you now. You belong to me." Bryan replied to Natasha angrily. He slapped her hard on her cheek, bruising her face. Natasha Malik is a Billionaire's daughter who worked so hard to prove her place in this world. But no one ever cared about her existence. She worked hard to reach her dreams. But that didn't make her family love her. Her life was already a living hell. Then a massive storm crossed paths with her. His name was Bryan Rutherford. The young politician, is known for his ways of twisting reality as he always wanted. And he hated to hear someone refuse his demand. What would happen when two opposite people would clash together? Would they destroy everything around them? Or would they both learn to love each other?

Hira Baig · Urban
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96 Chs

CHAPTER 12

  Falsely Accused.

  NATASHA'S POV:-

  My father turned away from me and wrapped his hands above his chest casually. "I prayed for you to die wherever you were. But I should have known that I was not lucky enough for that to happen. I just wish you would have killed yourself instead of coming back home." Dad spoke casually and I choked on my own breath. The pain in my chest started to grow stronger. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight.

  My father, the man I was supposed to trust blindly, was praying for my death. They had been cruel to me since I was born. But I never let that fact become a reason for me to hate him, or my mother for never defending me. Or my family for hating me for only God knows what reason.