Chapter 155. Wedding Day

He didn't hate her. Something told him that he could never hate her. No matter what she did. But whatever was in his heart towards her was not enough for him to forgive her. He had a strong desire to punish her. And his punishments were ruthless. He was relentless.

His fingers threaded into her locks, and he hauled her body up with a sudden jerk, his hands behind her waist. Pain etched on her face, and she closed her eyes tightly, her hands still covering her face. She tightly held her hands against her face, afraid that he would strike her. She kept on crying. She was so broken at that point that she couldn't feel the pain anymore erupting from her hair follicles.

Her chin wobbled, and she tried to tightly shut her eyes. She knew he would get harsh with her now. She might have crossed a line with him, and he wasn't someone to let that go easily. He always reminded her of her limits and the line she wasn't supposed to step out of whenever she did something against the r