His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 2

I believer in fairytales. I believed in true love like the one my parents had, and hoped to find that for myself someday. I knew my parents would have wanted that for me, and not for me to be trapped into a loveless and forced marriage done for my grandfather’s sake.

With every minute of silence I spent in that car, I could sense my own dreams of the future breaking and being left behind.

The silent torture of an hour (that seemed like an eternity) ended when the limousine stood in front of a house so huge, it

was a mansion.

Housemaids and butlers stood at its entrance as if waiting for us, and Gabriel was out of the door the second the car stopped.

Two housemaids helped me out of the car because of the size of the dress I was wearing, and I politely smiled at them.

“Welcome home. Mrs. Whitlock. They both giggled like shy schoolgirls.

“Thank you 1 mumbled and when I looked ahead, Gabriel had already disappeared inside the house.”

I sighed sadly, trying to hide my disappointment as I held my head high and walked in by myself behind him, taking in the extravagance of the Polish floors and chandeliers and perfectly kept flowers in vases.

Some people had a home. Gabriel Whitlock had taken a page out of a Vogue magazine and simply brought it to reality.

It was so beautiful. I hated it.

I could see Gabriel walk up the stairs, and shaking my head. I simply followed him while one of the housemaids carried my trail for me.

At the end of the stairs, when I took the right behind him, he turned with his hands crossed in front of him, looking at me with irritation. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m following you to our room.”

“Our room?” He looked like he wanted to laugh, “You think we’re going to share rooms?”

I blinked. “We’re not?”

“My room is at the end of this hallway. Yours is at the end of that He pointed in the opposite direction.

The remaining shreds of any hope of a more cordial relationship between us died. “Good,” I pretended to be relieved, “I was dreading sharing a room.”

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*Like I said to your grandfather, you would have no complaints. The smile he drew to his lips was forced and sarcastic. “Luna is going to be with you at all times. She will escort you to your chamber.”

Escort Chamber?

What was he, royalty?

Nonetheless, I just nodded.

“Oh, and…” He added, “I was hoping I could come to your room. He paused, checked his watch, and then looked up.

Thirty minutes. To talk

“To talk.

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Again, I nodded.

me to my room. He wasn’t joking when he said my room is at the end of the hallway. I had to cross five

need anything,” Luna said, “Just

eyebrows knit. “So you’ll

Yes,

“Doing what?”

“Waiting, Mrs. Whitlock.”

“Waiting for…what?”

you to

joking but

need to go out of your way

for myself

“Exactly. She agreed.

shut it again immediately.

this house was

apartment I struggled to pay rent of every month, but at least it was pretty.

took me ten minutes to get out of my wedding gown, and then I got in the tub to soak myself in hot water. I stayed there for an awfully long time, scrubbing out the expensive make-up from my face till the freckles they had spent so much time covering were

how sad I was once I was already married, since what was already done couldn’t be undone, but I couldn’t help it. I knew a lot of girls wouldn’t consider marrying a man as rich as handsome

was from a rich family in Seoul and my father was there on scholarship. She knew he didn’t have a lot of money. but she loved him and left her family for him any way. They were the epitome of love for me growing up, and I was sure they’d be just in

got my dark eyes, dark hair and Asian

money just as much as the next person, but I didn’t use it as a driving force

crossed my head, I felt like a hypocrite. had

bathroom felt suffocating, I got out wrapping

hair.

opened the bathroom door, and found my new husband sitting

when he looked up at me,

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late.” He commented, “It’s

moment to let go of my shock and glare at him. “Did nobody teach you how to

my house. The room is

around me. Would you have even entered the bathroom if it was

he had changed into. Conveniently ignoring what

that?”

Amex. No

kept staring

looked irritated. It’s for

take

had married for money, yes, but so that his grandparents can cover the bill of my grandpa’s cancer treatment. I didn’t want anything from him, especially not the shiny black card with his name

you buy a Chanel bag to gift my mother

You

buying it.” He grumbled. “You’re

ignored ine earlier. If that’s all.