Chapter 88. Contain

"It's my daughter, not a thing, and even if you are the last guy existing around this whole globe, I won't be marrying my daughter to you," Mary retorted, her voice laced with defiance as she squared her shoulders, attempting to conceal her fear.

In all her years, she had never encountered people like Priyank—wealthy, powerful, and utterly intimidating. This was uncharted territory for her.

She knew the danger he posed, evidenced by his underhanded tactics in purchasing her house.

If she had known, she would have given the house away for free rather than let it fall into his hands.

But now, she realised the extent of her mistake in selling it without proper research. Money could cover a multitude of sins, and she had unwittingly played into his hands.

He was a monster, capable of burying her with ease and covering his tracks without a second thought.

Even as she filled with these thoughts, one question nagged at her: Why had he bought the house in