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.

back on the seat. “What do you think of my new name?

back to Damien Whitlock if I say I don’t

“No.”

“Then I like it.”

had visited last time. The sun had set, and all the little shops

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

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

wouldn’t even mind running

their name was Sam and ended with

could get away with one murder if

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brother commented, amused when we walked towards her grandfather’s house I have never

Vou Dervous”

didn’t call or text. Her tiny, stubborn brain has concocted some story about how I

He

“What?”

“Want her?”

I nod. Just her.”

you tell

annoys him and he swats away my hand before it could come anywhere near his hair. I

girls throw themselves a me any way.”

‘Sure.”

it’s Jim’s granddaughter who comes

was answered much quicker than I expected though, as if someone was

girl on the other end wasn’t the one I

frowned, and her expressions mimicked

“Alice.” 1 greet.

doesn’t budge. “What’re you doing

question, I ask, “Where’s my

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