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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 10

  Billionaire's Challenge

  NATASHA'S POV:-

  Two days passed, and I was still living in that apartment. Despite his warnings, I tried to escape a few more times. But I was caught every single time. A few hours ago, I made it to the main entrance of the building. But before I could run away, Bryan's men caught me. I was then dragged back toward the penthouse. With the election hovering over, I couldn't say how he had the time to stay there, to keep an eye on me.

  Bryan was gripping my hand tightly as he took me back to my bedroom. Was it really my bedroom? Nope, it was those four fucking walls that became my cage. I was allowed to roam around in the apartment. But I was forbidden to step out of that apartment.