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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 88 Meant To Be

  NATASHA'S POV:-

  Bryan was seated beside me. He was holding my hand tightly. About two hours passed, and the doctors finally came out. Bryan stood up so I wouldn't have to. "How is Mr Malik, doctor?" Bryan asked in a concerned tone. Although I was tensed for my father's well-being. I still couldn't stop myself from smiling. The man who never showed that he cared for my father, was literally worried about that same man.

  Bryan only cared about me. But about my father, not so much. Especially not after hearing what he made me go through just because he was not sure if I was his daughter or not. "Mr Malik is fine. The bullet didn't hit any vital points. But he lost blood because we couldn't get in touch with his family. But that's not a problem anymore. Your call actually saved his life. He is a lucky man." The doctor informed us with a soft smile on his face.