Page 142 of Since You Stole My Heart

‘Now we’re getting somewhere,’ Viraj said with chilling approval, ignoring her dig. ‘I want you. And I want a hundred crores.’

The number hit her like a shockwave.

‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ Kashvi asked, unable to hold back the disbelief roaring through her voice.

‘And that’s not all,’ he went on. ‘You will divorce Swayam and walk away from him for good.’

It would be easier to rip her own heart out. ‘No, I won’t,’ she said quietly.

‘Yes, you will. What’s so special about the guy anyway?’ he asked, curious.

‘Everything,’ she said without hesitation. ‘And you can never have me, because I’m only his.’

Viraj frowned. ‘I don’t understand what you see in him.’

‘If only you could. Just like you don’t understand the sanctity of marriage,’ Kashvi said, a hint of pity in her voice.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ he mocked, waving a hand dismissively. ‘How about you run and fetch me the money, and then I’ll see how to make you behave like a good girl.’

‘Why do you think I have that kind of money?’

Viraj chuckled. ‘I know you do.’

Kashvi laughed in disbelief. ‘You wrecked my home. You broke everything I own. Did you find that kind of money lying around anywhere?’

He trailed a finger down her cheek. ‘I destroyed everything for fun, especially your reading nook. Swayam mentioned he was planning to build it for your birthday, and I wanted to knock some sense into him. That’s why I destroyed it first.’

‘You’re a fucking sadist,’ she spat.

‘And I’m fucking proud of it. So, the money?’ he asked, lifting a brow.

‘I don’t have a hundred crores!’

He tilted his head, something cold glinting in his eyes. ‘You may not, but your family’s foundation does. You gave your inheritance to it, didn’t you? Just take it back.’

A cold unease spread through her as she stared at him. That information wasn’t public, so how could he know?

‘Like you said, I gave it to the foundation. It’s all gone.’

Viraj shrugged. ‘I didn’t ask for that exact money. I said you have to get a hundred crores. I don’t care if you borrow, steal, or sell yourself for it. Just get it.’

‘I’m not doing that,’ she said, shoving hard against his chest.

He caught her wrist and trapped it in place. ‘Did you hit your head? Have you forgotten that I own your life?’

‘You’re insane if you think you can get away with this. I’ll use every resource and family connection I have to expose you in the same media you’re threatening me with.’

‘Aww.’ He made a face of mock offence. ‘Would you really do that to your man?’

‘You’re not my man!’ Kashvi glared at him.

Viraj shook his head. ‘I’m not talking about myself.’

Her breath hitched. ‘What does Swayam have to do with this?’

‘Nothing at all, but I can make it look like everything.’ Viraj clicked his tongue. ‘You may think I broke in here, but I didn’t have to. Your husband made it very easy for me.’

‘You’re lying,’ she insisted, clinging to that belief.