His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 46

GABRIEL

Damien was a plague. Once he makes up his mind about something, there was no changing it. He got what he wanted. no

matter what it took.

And for some reason, he had his mind set on meeting my wife and saying hi to our family before he goes back to whatever hell hole he crawled out of

I knew better than to stop him.

1 didn’t mind him meeting Freckles, despite what I told him earlier.

Damien was an important part of who I was, even if I didn’t like talking about him because I don’t agree with the decisions he made, the life he chose. And I knew my mother would cry for hours holding him when she gets to know he was here.

But there was something more important on my mind than a family reunion, and that was getting my wife back.

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Four hours after we landed, I was reaching her home town. Darmien, like the plague I said he was, came along after we dropped Zach safe and sound to his wife who would surely kill me if she found out about the ‘work’ I had stolen him for.

“So, no Lily?” He asked after I was done catching up on his life, his new tattoos and all the new blood on his hands.

“No Lily,” I reply, and my eyebrows furrow. “How do you even know about Lily?”

A calm smile rests on his lips. “The same way I know about your wedding.”

“You having me trailed, little bro?”

‘Don’t call me that. The smile quickly turns into a frown. “And for the record, I never liked Lily. Your relationship looked…. boring.

“Look at you acting like a know it all after vanishing for years,” I hunt.

seat. “What do you

to Damien Whitlock if

“No.”

“Then I like it.”

little shops had lit lights outside. The entirety of the street was covered by dainty yellow lights, and making it look like the kind of town that

was a very stark opposite from the bustling of the city, a place would love to spend a few years at maybe to take

and I found myself admiring the little things and boards and markets we passed since I didn’t have the time to do that last time. I didn’t this time either, owing to the fact I had left her alone for almost

running over a

if their name was Sam

away with one murder

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amused when we walked towards her grandfather’s house

Vou Dervous”

stubborn brain has concocted some story about how I don’t want her. Of course I’m nervous.” Itell the d*ck enjoying

He c*cks an

“What?”

“Want her?”

I nod. Just her.”

tell her

hair like I did when we were kids, which annoys him and he swats away my hand before it could come anywhere near his hair. I laugh. “Since when did you become the

since girls throw themselves a me any way.” He smirks, “I

‘Sure.”

it’s Jim’s granddaughter who comes to the door and decides to throw

I expected though, as if someone was waiting by

wasn’t the one I

her expressions

“Alice.” 1 greet.

frown doesn’t budge. “What’re you

her question, I

chest, blocking the entryway. “You didn’t remember