"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

　　A week passed in a blink. After I was discharged from the hospital, I packed up my stuff and shifted back with my father. I couldn't eat or sleep because I was accustomed to Bryan around me all the time, feeding me with his hands or humming a lullaby in my ear to help me sleep. Just his presence around me helped me relax.


　　I brought one of Bryan's shirts with me. His original scent helped me stay focused. I had a baby. I couldn't just break down and stop living. It was painful but I couldn't do anything at all. I was in my room when my phone vibrated, signalling me that I had received a message. I grabbed my phone and looked at the screen.


CHAPTER 93 Two Cases, One Target