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.

“What do you

Damien Whitlock

“No.”

“Then I like it.”

streets that begin looking familiar to the one I had visited last time. The sun had set, and all the little shops had lit lights outside. The entirety of the street was covered by dainty yellow lights, and making

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- if I ever took a break. Not till I’m seventy

still peaceful, 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

running over a

if their name was Sam and ended

one murder if Damien

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look nervous. My brother commented, amused when we walked towards her

Vou Dervous”

here six days ago, and I didn’t call or text. Her tiny, stubborn brain has concocted some story about how I don’t want

you?” He c*cks an

“What?”

“Want her?”

I nod. Just her.”

you tell her

swats away my hand before it could come anywhere near his hair. I laugh. “Since when did you become the master in

throw themselves a me any way.” He

‘Sure.”

on her grandfather’s door, and cover the peephole just in case it’s Jim’s granddaughter who comes to the door and decides to throw a tantrum

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

the other end wasn’t

and her expressions mimicked me

“Alice.” 1 greet.

budge. “What’re you

I ask, “Where’s

hand in front of her chest, blocking the entryway. “You didn’t remember her for six days, and now suddenly she’s