I Became His Replaced Bride

Chapter 12

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Parekh Bhawan,

5:30 pm.
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Bela, who was lounging in the back garden with a hot cup of tea, was startled by Brijesh who was buzzing with unbridled anger. He resembled a bull who saw red, nose flaring, eyes red. Bela put the tea cup on the table, "Husband! What happened?" Brijesh slapped a file on the table, shaking it in the process. Bela jumped more, watching the tea spill on the table. "That fucking Aarav Modi!" Bela blinked, "w-what?" Brijesh paced before her, pulling on his hair strands, "Yes! That motherfucker! I swear I am going to kill him!"

"Leave!" Bela ordered through a controlled scream to all the servants present in the garden. They abided, quickly leaving. Bela looked at Brijesh with the tranquil evening sky behind him. Bela picked up the file, "what did he do to make you so angry? Didn't you take revenge by sabotaging the loss of millions in his company?" Brijesh growled, "Of course I did. Do you think he would sit still after that? I knew he wouldn't. But I am surprised by how the hell did he find out about me behind this whole crisis!"

Bela's eyes widened reading through the content of the file, "this? Is this his doing?" Brijesh snatched the file out of her hand, "yes!" He lifted it to her face, "he bought the construction site that I was trying to buy for seven months and almost had it. That fucker didn't stop there! He bought 35% of the shares in my company from all the shareholders. Now, he is the only major shareholder other than Ramya who has five, you five, and the remaining 55% me!"

"Oh my god!" Bela was shaken, Brijesh shook his head, "that's not all. He has caused an uproar in my company. All the workers know that the sabotage was caused by me. They have a video of our conversation where Jignesh is clearly thanking me. How the hell did he get that?!" Bela was unable to breathe from the shock coursing through her body. Brijesh continued, words as if spat, "he has threatened me anonymously to leak the video to media. Tarun has been arrested with proof."

Bela rushed to her feet, standing in front of Brijesh, eyes full of panic, "what is he asking in return?" Brijesh scoffed in extreme anger, "That's the thing. That motherfucker hasn't demanded anything in return yet. And this makes me feel so agitated and troubled as if a sword is hanging above my head!" Bela held his shoulders, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, "maybe we shouldn't have messed with him."

Brijesh pushed Bela away harshly, glaring murderously, "Shut up! I am not going to leave him! I am going to fucking destroy that fucker! Mark my words! I am not forgetting this huge loss!" Bela whimpered, gaping at her husband. He appeared as if gone crazy. They had forgotten in their spite that their enemies were Modi's, especially the most ruthless Modi, Aarav. "We shouldn't have beaten Aashna. He is taking revenge for her!" Bela cried out. Brijesh pulled out a cigarette, taking a puff, "That black bitch! I am going to kill her too!" "You are not understanding! Aarav is going to destroy us!" Bela was shaking, her eyes imagining a faraway future, full of misery at the hands of the powerful Modi heir, "what if he knows Aashna's identity?! Our secret?! What will we do then?!"

Brijesh sharply looked at Bela, eyes full of warning, "Shut your fucking mouth! That's never going to happen! Before that, I am going to kill that bitch and fucker!" Bela's breath hitched, "are you s-serious?" Brijesh let out a thick puff of smoke, "yes." Bela's knees gave out beneath her. Shakily she sat down, her husband could not be in his right state of mind. Yes, otherwise he would be stupid to think of killing someone as powerful as Aarav Modi. The retribution for their past sins was nothing. But for this, they wouldn't get a place in hell as well. Modi's wouldn't leave them to have a place anywhere in the afterlife. For beating Aashna alone, Aarav has caused them a loss of 50 million, a huge dent in their pockets. That construction site was very important for expansion and growth. The company workers are protesting for a safer working environment, questioning their employer. Tarun, her dear nephew, is in jail. And she is sure Aarav Modi would make sure he rots there for a long time. The media would eat them alive if the video leaked, her husband would get arrested, and all their reputation, profit, and wealth would be gone. Being the major shareholder, the Modi heir can control their company now.