His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 45

GABRIEL

When I discovered Sofia was gone, my first thought was to run after her (after giving her a few hours to sleep and meet her grandfather because she must be tired after everything that happened between us), then bring her back home (after drugging her if she doesn’t come voluntarily), and then chain her to my bed if insists on running away again. She can be

mad in front of me

All those plans went into the trash when I returned home after instructing my right hand man to take care of things at work for a few days more, asking the good-for-nothing Peter to give me hourly updates of things happening at work, and was on my way to ask the driver to pull out the car because I was going back to my wife’s hometown to get her stubborn a*s back to me, when my door bell rang.

I opened the door myself, eyebrows knit.

I never got visitors, and a part of me hoped it was my wife who came back.

It wasn’t.

The man on the other side was nowhere near the woman I wished would be.

The six foot something hunk just stared at me, looking more muscled than the last time I saw him, more inks lining the skin of his arm visible because of his rolled up white shirt, and a smug smile on his lips when he stepped inside my house uninvited as if he owns it.

“What the f*ck are you doing here?” I growled at him, partially in disbelief, partially in anger.

“I was offended when I wasn’t invited to the wedding.” The same sinile lined his lips, only getting more lopsided.

“And I was offended when I heard you changed your last name and went off grid.” I was a cold person, but never short tempered, but there was something about the man standing in front of me that made me want to punch his face off.

you know, Whitlock was too long and didn’t sound as powerful.” He seemed unfazed by my burning glare.

connected my fist to his jaw, his face turning aside.

leave his lips even as the cut on lower lip bled when he

then, I punched

most well kept secret

then who had

social worker had very little information about his family, only that they were all dead because he was found in the middle

I was logical, he was strategic. While I was cold, he was ruthless. While I learned under my grandfather how to create in his

took the blame for him. But three “accidental” fires

and grandparents recognised him for what he was- a psychopath, and shipped him off

know he was following down a path even I couldn’t bring him back from, and then we lost him completely when he just turned an adult. His existence became a secret in front of the world. His calls became few,

Whitlock climbed the ranks of mafia. Damien King was leading it at just

was wary of the man that turned on my footstep demanding to meet my wife, and I was even warier about helping him. when he said, “I need your help. There was no please. No

wanting to blatantly refuse him. But I

my brother. He always will be. So the only condition I kept was that he would stay in touch after this, absolutely rubbishing his theory that he

mistake I made was agreeing to help Damien. The first definitely was letting Freckles leave in the

her f*cker of an ex or ex best friend or whoever he was for

were planning to take me for a week, a heads up would’ve been great. Zach commented dryly just when he thought he

you.” Damien replied, uninterested. “But it looks like

ditch,” I joked while twisting the glass of whiskey in my hand when we were returning from Italy on the

blinked. “I’m hurt you think so low

“I think lower.”

escapes my adopted brother’s lips. “Since

leave my wife with her f*cker of an