His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 1

Sofia’s PoV

I wiped tears from the corner of my eyes, hoping nobody saw me weep, and that the mascara didn’t run because of my unending tears. I was miserable, still in disbelief believe that the first time I was going to see my husband-to-be was when I’d walk down the aisle, and he would be waiting for me at the end of it.

At least, I hoped he would be there, and that he wouldn’t elope. Not because I wanted to particularly marry him, but because being stood up at the altar in front of the whole world would be very humiliating.

“Ms. Baker?” As I fixed the princess-y Versace wedding gown one last time, one of the three women who had followed me since the moment I had stepped into this mansion today called me, and I looked up at her.

“Yes?”

“Your grandfather is waiting for you outside. It’s time.”

It’s time. It’s time to get married to a man you don’t know.

Nodding, I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time making sure no tear stained my make up, and then left the room and walked down the stairs to the long wooden doors from which I was supposed to walk out. The dress was trailing behind, and the four inch heels I was wearing were uncomfortable.

I felt suffocated, as if I would breakdown again any moment.

“Sofie!” My grandfather’s eyes lit up when he saw me, and mine softened looking at him all decked in his blue tux. It’s all for him, I reminded myself, he needed the money.

“Grandpa,” I smiled softly at him, hurrying to reach him before he walks to me. He used to be tall and fit once, but years of chemotherapy had sucked the strength the out of him.

“Oh! You look beautiful!” Tears glistened in his eyes. “I wish your parents could see you like this.”

I gulped the lump forming at the back of my throat as I held his hand when I reached him. “Are you happy, grandpa?”

“Very.” He beamed, “You will be taken care of when I’m gone. Gabriel is a good man.”

I nodded. I wasn’t happy, but he didn’t need to know of that.

wrapped my hands around

as

stood on both sides of me when I stepped out and onto the aisle, every

in. Deep

me that the Whitlock family had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on, the person that caught my eye was the man standing at the end of the

Gabriel Whitlock.

lopsided smile, his broad, muscular shoulders and his graceful stance, but my heart still skipped a beat

I so wished for this to be a fairytale-come-true, not a nightmare

looking at his watch, and there was a frown on his face when he looked up, which changed when he saw me. An emotion I couldn’t decipher flickered in them,

and cameras flashed more than ever as my grandfather

rough and large, and mine felt so

surprising myself. I hadn’t planned on doing this. My voice was so little that I wasn’t sure he heard me, but he did. His

jaw clenched, and then he

look back at me for the rest of the time, and my cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment when the dreaded words cut in: “Do you, Gabriel Whitlock, take Sofia Baker to be your

to me, and I

take Gabriel Whitlock to

was suffocating. The outfit I was wearing costed more than my apartment. “I do,” I

tall heels I was wearing. One of his hands brushed

was barely

he wasn’t supposed to kiss me in the

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attend the reception

the nuptials, I was ushered

grandfather laughed

Gabriel’s voice filled in from behind,

good care

have the chance to complain.” He didn’t even look at me. “But I’m

I squeezed him tight. “I’ll visit

going to stay the next few days with Gabriel’s grandparents, who happened to be his friends from college.

walking outside, getting