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

our faces a few inches away, enough to notice the tears glistening in her eyes, but that doesn’t stop her from gasping when my knuckles gently

her eyes at the contact, as if my touch

heart was beating fast and loud

easy it would be for me to accidentally kick the artery in your neck?” I asked, the distraction working wonders because it caused her to shudder. I know her vivid imagination played that scene

Locked,” I comment, stepping back. “Open

up despite the teary eyes, pretending to appear

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Chapter 92

don’t usually ask nicely,

asked,” she

me, and the sudden realisation that he had followed me here

my head towards him, entertaining

Bakshi. I will get this done and

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

resisting the urge to hiss. “I have

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

shudders in fear but shakes her

“Okay then.”

a swift motion, grasping her by her long locks. A shriek escapes her lips when I use that to tilt her head and place her phone in front of her face, the phone unlocking sound making me

she had been holding in now streaking down her

been called worse, I reassured her before rummaging through her

I suspected. I played it out loud, watching with amusement how

a liar, cupcake,

begs, sniffing. “I was just being nosy. I will- I will delete it, I promise. You can delete it.

out loud,

“Yes, Sir?”

Bratva’s

“Death, Sir.”

my tongue, turning to the girl who had broken down

she begs, “I have to stay alive.” Tears meant shit to me. Usually. Somehow, the way she was crying and begging looking a minute away from some

Mercy

to kill you,” I tell her

she

Mia Carson. Interesting.