Chapter 198. Mafia Psycho

Sheharzaad's body jolted as soon as the phone crashed against the wall, now lying on the floor in an almost unrecognizable state. She was finding it difficult to breathe. She used to be scared even of his frown, and now he stood in front of her, in all his glory, rage radiating from him.

She thought she would die from fear.

She felt like going to her knees and begging him for forgiveness, but she knew it wouldn't calm his dark soul.

"How the hell did you dare do that, Sheharzaad?"

She shook her head again.

"No! No!" she waved her hands, trying to make him believe. "No!"

"Don't lie," he snapped, and she saw his eyes darken with every passing second, along with his hold on her arm.

"Please," she whimpered, her body trembling badly. His eyes showed that he didn't trust her—not a single word from her mouth.

"Please listen to me."

She was desperate.

"Let's start again," he whispered, a mask slipping over his eyes.

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