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?

one of them was caught Could it possibly be the other came back

who wanted to rape

one who hit me

reminded myself, because even though there was no one

Nobody could come in.

Nobody could come in.

while the other hastily opened a

didn’t answer, but I could hear

1 gulped.

1/3

was here. He was

What if

that thought processes in me, I fled upstairs without thinking

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

were footsteps behind

I turned.

punched on instinct, the knife in

wrapping completely around my neck, the back of my body pressing against a front. A hard, turned on front. The knife I was clutching tight was dropped and

and I relaxed under his

I?”

me harder, and I

to focus too much on the things that did to me, like making

shop, baby?” His voice was rasp,

weak as 1 buzzed out a “Hmm”

“Why?”

wouldn’t f*ck

get a toy

down to my p*sy, his gentle touch on my pants driving me nuts, I

drive, but

him. Every time, all the

of plastic going to f*ck you better than I do?” He muttered,

The nuts.