His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 95

any way. I- I can take over the desserts department. I’m a baker and I’m sure you’ll like it if you just give me a chance.”

“Breathe.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry, she skittishly murmurs, moving away from the window and into the room, keeping a very safe distance between us that I had no intention of crossing.

“You’re that bored, huh?”

She nods desperately.

“Do you want to leave?”

Her eyes twinkle at that, as if she knew it was too good to be true. “I do,” she mumbles.

“Then let me give you a choice, cupcake. You can leave if you want. In return, you need to give me a name and an address.”

“A name and an address?” She cautiously asked.

“Yes. Of your boyfriend.”

She stares at me, slowly losing the twinkle in her eyes. I can’t,” her whisper is broken again. “Why are you any way?”

“Really. Mia?” I walk to her. “You would rather stay prisoned forever than risk his life?”

She shakes her head, the sadness returning to her gestures, her hope lost.

fixated on him

“Some loyalty,” I comment, not being able to stop myself from tacking her tresses behind her car, and she shivers at the

contact

I affect her.

I thought I was delusional in the dim light a week ago, when I was so close to her, her body reacted to me. She clenched, as if resisting. She shivered, as if desiring.

She wanted more, more of me.

Not of her lowlife boyfriend.

Even if for a fraction of second, she wanted me.

I stood close to her, bending down to her height.

Her grey eyes s set on me, a fire ablaze in them. When did her fear turn to desire?

I could feel her heart beating loud, pulse visible on her neck when I lost my control, bending dow

her neck.

trembling, a

smirked, the satisfaction I had lost after my last visit

than she wanted to accept to herself,

any lips connect

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[MIA]

Mr. King.

called him at the

on by a man

to be consumed by him. And then I felt his lips

wanted all of

at once.

his power, and those godda*n vein-popping

days later, the

one thing made me wet, made me want

but I think I hated him more when he retreated after giving me one touch and left, and didn’t visit even

Something was wrong today.

didn’t know what, but a specific heavy feeling in my chest screamed only one

my morning praying Jenny was okay, and it was the influx of patrolling guards below my window that gave me

was even quieter than it usually is, which got on my nerves, but I knew there was something serious happening when the doors didn’t open at lunch like they usually do with Lana and my next

Hours passed, and nothing.

hoped not. Just when I was contemplating shouting at the guards stationed below about how hungry I

should have been a red flag I should have looked out for but didn’t, because when

to my disappointment, it

man clad in all black said on what looked like an advanced walkie-talkie. “No she’s not, Hannah,” he scoffed on the phone. “*uck if I

was charging to me that my

of the

was in trouble, and I was

ran to the window. “HEL” My plead for help was cut short when a strong hand wrapped around my mouth, pulling me away from the window and pinning me to the wall adjacent to it by gripping

Tight.

cut on his forehead. His nose seemed deformed and his

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thinking of him right

eyes

filling my eyes because I couldn’t breathe but

“Who

are you?” He repeated.,

wanted to speak, I

wandered to the door of my room in a blur vision, waiting for somebody to come

to no avail, falling weaker by the

to kill me, I tried reaching for the lamp beside, my fingers falling short by just

or you’re coming

it in his face. Having no clue if it really hurt him or just worked as a distraction, I used his loose grip on me to push him away and run outside

him curse

tears down my eyes. I didn’t pause until I was at the end

I screamed.