Chapter 120. Just Like My Father

Would he truly destroy Daniyal just to ensure she had no one to turn to?

Would he make her reach her limit?

Would he make her so lonely that she could find solace just in his arms?

Would he torture her- emotionally, ohysically and mentally so she could become a living corpse?

The idea was terrifying.

Because she knew the answer.

Yes.

He would. He wouldn’t bat an eye lash on her agony. He believed in executing his words.

She squeezed her eyes shut, clutching the fabric of her dress.

She was alone.

And no matter how much she fought, no matter how much she tried to break free, Irtaza always pulled her back.

A sharp knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts.

Panic shot through her.

Her breath caught in her throat.