His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 56

You better straight be coming home!

“To my room.”

I did neither of those things. Ignoring Gabriel wasn’t one of my strong traits, because I thought of him every ten seconds that I went shopping to buy a birthday present for Anna. That was when I swiped Gabriel’s card the second time.

He called. I let it ring to voicemail. He knew I was safe because he could dial my bodyguard anytime and know my exact location, and because of the second transaction notification he would’ve got from Channel.

By then, another text had followed.

‘Freckles, I’m not a patient man.”

I was going to make him wait nonetheless. He has rejected my subtle advances over the weeks, not giving me as much as a kiss and now, suddenly, he’s turned on and desperate because I was at a se* toy shop?

Not happening.

As proud as I was that my little scheme brought out the reaction t was hoping to get from him, I failed to make him wait.

I was so sexually frustrated, I wanted sex. I wanted release. I wanted him.

Forty minutes after his last text, I went home.

Oddly enough, there was no one waiting in the living room. Lur usually did, ready to chirp about her day and ask me about mine. That’s the kind of friendship we had developed over the months, and it was surprising she wasn’t around.

“Luna?” I called for her while dropping my bag on the couch, and my voice eerily echoed back to me.

I headed to the kitchen next, just to pour myself a glass of water. The cook wasn’t there either. She wasn’t always here, but at this time she was since we had soon after.

My heart sank, I paranoid pit forming at the base of my stomach.

Why was there no one in the house?

who had kidnapped me, only one of them was caught Could it possibly be the other

one who wanted to rape

who hit me

I called loud, the fear suddenly evident. My fear was nonsensical, I reminded myself, because even though there was no one in the house, the security outside

Nobody could come in.

Nobody could come in.

shaking hands dialled my husband’s number while the other hastily opened a few kitchen drawers

could

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here. He was

thought. What if he was in trouble?

of my judgement, the moment that thought processes in me, I fled upstairs without

his room panting, a little shaken up. “Gabriel?” I breathed short, voice a little shaky. “Gabriel?”

were footsteps behind

I turned.

punched on instinct, the knife

easily ducked and I don’t know how or what, but the next few seconds, I was spun around, a strong hand wrapping completely around my neck, the back of my

my body and I relaxed under

I?”

and I could feel his hardness against my

that did to me, like making my stomach summersault, and send a shiver down my body, that ended

His voice was rasp,

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“Why?”

wouldn’t f*ck

you’d get a toy that

travelled down to my p*sy, his gentle touch on my pants driving me nuts, I was so starved, that if he removed my pants and touched me underneath, I think

big sex drive, but

wanted him. Every time,

that little piece of plastic going to f*ck you better than I do?” He muttered, his touch getting faster,

The nuts.