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Mary apologised, feeling lost and unsure of what else to do on behalf of Priya.

Even if Priya isn’t at fault, and Mary understands Priya’s intentions were to protect her, it doesn’t excuse the outcome.

In life, some people wield significant authority, and while Mary was researching Priyank online, it became apparent that not everything was as it seemed.

Yet, this doesn’t change the fact that Priyank’s power and influence are evident, and he holds sway over many.

He is a controversial and sinister figure, and everyone is eager to uncover more about him, though information may be scarce.

“Please, Priyank, an elder, apologize to you. Please calm down,” Daisy pleaded, clutching her son tightly as he tried to break free.

Priyank’s eyes seethed with malice and rage; he made no effort to restrain himself.

All he desires is to exact revenge on Priya and demonstrate the consequences of crossing him.

“And why should I accept the apology? What if I refuse?” Priyank’s grin was unnerving, resembling that of a deranged individual.

It seemed as though he had already imagined countless ways to harm Priya in his mind.

Priya gazed at Priyank, then at Daisy, and finally at Mary, who trembled with fear.

“You don’t have to accept any apology from someone who wronged you. They don’t deserve it,” Priya interjected.

They all feared Priyank as if he were capable of committing mass murder, a fear rooted in the knowledge of his abilities.

However, Priya knew that staying there would only lead to further punishment; Daisy and Mary’s protection was temporary.

Once alone with him, the outcome would undoubtedly be grim.

“That’s wonderful, Angel. We’ll see how long you can maintain this attitude, especially when we’re alone,” Priyank’s words dripped with menace as he scrutinised Priya from head to toe.

The threat hung heavy in the air, palpable in both his tone and his gaze.

Priyank wasn’t one to throw empty threats around; when he did, it was a serious matter.

His eyes then shifted to Mary’s hands, which held Priya protectively close. He felt an immediate urge to break that grip, both because it encroached upon his “Angel” and because Mary seemed to be the source of Priya’s newfound courage.

Initially, his intention was to discipline Priya, but now, he realised he would have to address Mary as well, as she appeared to be just as defiant.

Priya, once fearful of him, now seemed emboldened, likely because she believed she had Mary’s support.

Little did she know, Priyank was notorious for shattering support systems before tearing apart the individual.

He knew Priya’s reliance on Mary was her Achilles’ heel, and he relished the thought of dismantling that sense of security. Priyank thrived on power dynamics, and the sight of Mary’s protective stance only fueled his desire to assert dominance.

“Let’s go. I want to leave now; there’s no time to waste,” Priya attempted to conceal her fear, gripping Mary’s hand tightly as she pleaded to return to their place.

She understood that lingering here would only agitate Priyank further, potentially endangering Mary, whom she vowed to protect.

She would endure countless hardships herself, but she couldn’t bear to see harm come to Mary or the children at the orphanage.

Despite her awareness of her own vulnerability against Priyank, she refuses to show weakness now. She needed to escape before he lost control completely.

“And you think I’m just going to let you go?” Priyank’s voice dripped with disdain as he heard her defiant words.

She was hurling verbal blows left and right, oblivious to the fact that once he got hold of her, she would pay dearly for every word.

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Her tears and screams, once a deterrent, now only served to soothe his heart.

Where once he couldn’t bear to see her cry, now he craved to hear her screams of pain, witness her agony, and watch her beg on her knees.

What he desired, he always obtained; there was no denying that fact.

“I don’t believe you can stop me,” Priya shot back.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, a constant reminder of the fear Priyank had instilled in her within just a few days-a fear she never knew she could harbour.

Now, standing up to him, she realised it was something she couldn’t have imagined even in her wildest dreams.

His eyes spoke of death, mirroring the cruelty he had shown when he killed her dog. She knew she could be next in his line of fire, and the thought terrified her to her core. She was too young to die.

Daisy felt an urge to bang her head against the floor in frustration. Priya seemed fearless, or perhaps she was just adept at masking her fear. But as the saying goes, displaying courage in unnecessary situations only invites disaster.

And disaster seemed imminent.

Daisy’s hands ache from holding back Priyank’s imposing figure, though she wondered if he was simply allowing her to restrain him-a notion that rang painfully true.

With her frail bones, she stood no chance against Priyank’s overpowering presence.

Despite the physical strain and the overwhelming odds stacked against her, Priya refused to back down. She drew upon every ounce of courage she could muster, determined to protect herself and Mary from Priyank’s wrath.

As the tension in the room reached a breaking point, Daisy intervened, her voice trembling with urgency. “Please, both of you, let’s calm down and talk this out. There’s no need for violence.”

But Priyank remained unmoved, his eyes blazing with fury. “I make the rules here, and I won’t tolerate any defiance,” he growled, his voice laced with menace.

Daisy’s breath caught in her throat as she realised her son’s stubbornness wouldn’t yield. She turned to Mary, her eyes pleading for intervention, hoping Mary could somehow defuse the tension or calm at least one side, knowing that Priyank showed no signs of backing down.

Sensing Daisy’s silent plea, Mary met Priya’s gaze and spoke softly, “Priya, perhaps it’s best if you let us handle this. There’s no need for you to speak.”

“I don’t need anyone speaking for me or my Angel,” Priyank interjected sharply, his tone dripping with authority.

“You may set the rules here, but I refuse to abide by them any longer. I want out, plain and simple.”