"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 told Mr Rutherford everything that Aron had told me. And also what George was planning on doing. He had his arms wrapped above his chest. He was staring at the spa between him and I and nodded his head ever so slowly. "Do you have any idea who this mole is in your team?" He asked after thinking about everything for a while.


　　"For now, I don't know anything about it. But I have a plan I am about to follow. Something that can lead me straight toward this mole." I replied while staring at his face. For some reason, I was nervous while talking to him about those things. Maybe I was just afraid of being judged by him.


　　"What kind of plan is this?" He asked me in a low tone.


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