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

enough to notice the tears glistening in her eyes, but that doesn’t stop her from gasping when my knuckles gently trace

she wanted to close her eyes at the contact, as if my touch was causing a burning sensation

fast and loud

your neck?” I asked, the distraction working wonders because it caused her to shudder. I know her vivid imagination

stepping back. “Open it for

she straightens up despite

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usually ask

asked,”

calls me, and the sudden realisation that he had followed

half turn my head towards

Bakshi. I will get this done and crack her

the image of it, for some reason the

my jaw, resisting the urge to hiss. “I have

kitten in front of me. “Are you going to open it for

but

“Okay then.”

when she finds my hand at the back of her head in 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

monster!” She sobs, the tears she had been holding in

I reassured her before rummaging through her phone, and there it

audio recording I suspected. I played it out loud, watching

a liar, cupcake,

being nosy. I will- I will delete it, I promise. You can delete it. Just- Please let

you go, I repeat out loud, almost sounding psychotic.

“Yes, Sir?”

is the Bratva’s

“Death, Sir.”

my tongue, turning to the girl who

die,” 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 sort of panic attack stirred something in me

Mercy

to kill you,” I tell her softly.

she sobs.

Mia Carson. Interesting.