His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 92

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Fate was a word I didn’t believe in

Just like I now didn’t believe that the girl in front of me, the one who had bumped into me last evening had done so by accident.

Anger ran its course through my veins that this silly little person had planned our encounter yesterday, and I had assumed it to be accidental.

When I took a step closer to her, she shook, audibly gasping.

And I must be a sick ba*t*rd because her fear turned me on. Pressing the gun I was holding to her forehead further, my cock strained against my pants when she whimpered.

Oh, all the things I could do to her.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out right now,” I threatened.

She gulps, the horror somehow darkening the grey in her eyes. I am innocent,” she pleaded.

That voice. How would I sound like if she moaned my name? Scratch that. When. When she moans my name.

“Innocent people don’t run, cupcake.”

Her lips quiver. “I- I was walking back from the bathroom and I paused hearing your voice. I didn’t- I didn’t h

swear.

“Huh.” I retrace the gun, putting it back into my pocket. “You didn’t hear anything?”

“N-No

“Are you lying, cupcake?”

She shakes her head. Once. Twice. Thrice,

“Hm.” I pretend to believe her, stepping closer. “What is that?” I eye the phone in her hands.

“N- Nothing” Her eyes twitch, the phone now clutched safely in both her hands behind her back.

“Nothing?”

hear anything. I

glistening in her eyes, but that doesn’t stop her

contact, as if

fast and loud because I could see it

it caused her to shudder. I know her vivid imagination played that scene in her head and she considered me capable of the

stepping back.

straightens up despite the

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usually ask nicely,

asked,”

realisation that he had followed me here from Bakshi’s

half turn my head towards

to Bakshi. I will get this done and crack her

the image of it, for some reason the very words send a spitfire through

jaw, resisting the urge to hiss.

all my a attention on the lost looking kitten in front of me. “Are you going to open it for

in fear but shakes her

“Okay then.”

her long locks. A shriek escapes her lips when I use that to tilt her head and place her

the tears she had

been called worse, I reassured her before rummaging through her phone, and

loud, watching with amusement how her face drained of

like you’re a

will- I will delete it, I promise. You

go, I repeat out

“Yes, Sir?”

is the Bratva’s punishment

“Death, Sir.”

tongue, turning to the girl who

was crying and begging looking a

Mercy

going to kill you,” I tell her softly. “Why

she

Mia Carson. Interesting.