"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?

Billionaire Daughter's Redemption

　　I let go of her immediately. My heart was racing inside my chest. The pleasure that I felt in her pain was long gone. I saw terror in her eyes for myself. And it was not pleasurable at all. I gulped hard as she wrapped her arms around her body and ran away. She was crying. She didn't look back at me. She just ran as if she was trying to save herself.


　　I just stood there, watching her leave, like a moron I was. Once she disappeared, I turned around and punched the wall, cursing myself in my chest. My knuckles hurt and my blood stained the perfect cream colored wall. But I didn't care. I was angry at myself for being a jerk toward her.


　　Questions raised in my head. "Why was I that upset at myself? I married her to hurt her the way her father had hurt me and my family." I asked myself, but all I could hear from my heart, were curses. As if my heart was on her side. I felt betrayed.


CHAPTER 21