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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 90 Jabbar's Successor

  NATASHA'S POV:-

  My words might have hurt him. He narrowed his head due to the shame that I saw in his eyes. I didn't know why he felt embarrassed in front of me. "The incident left me in bed for six months. It gave me time to think about everything I did to you. I spent the last month trying to make my mother talk. I had my paternity as well. My mom is my mom, Jabir is my half brother but our fathers are different." My dad told me everything he did in the last seven months. Seven months, I really didn't miss him at all. Because Mr Rutherford actually took his place.

  I started calling him Papa, and he smiled the brightest every single time he heard me calling him Papa. He loved me like his own daughter Irena. I didn't miss my father because someone else's love filled that hole inside my heart.