His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 98

(ALEX]

Uncle Damien runs his hand through his jet black hair, his black eyes fixed on me. Even though I had grown up knowing him since he was my father’s adopted younger brother, he had a stare that startled everyone and even me occasionally, but I couldn’t afford to give myself away today.

Because that would mean giving Mia up.

“You got here quick,” I comment dryly, since the house was still cleaning up blood and the shock aftermath of the attack still went in waves around the

house staff.

“I was already on my way to you when I heard about the attack.”

“Why?” I ask, c k g an eyebrow.

“Can I not come to see my favourite nephew?” He retorts.

..Suspicious, to say the least. Still, I c r a c k half a smile. “Don’t let Ronan hear you say that.” Ronan, my younger brother.

“He won’t,” Uncle Damien smiles. “And if you open your mouth, you won’t have a mouth anymore.”

“Ya-ya.” I contemplate the urge to roll my eyes. “You and Dad baby him too much.”

“Says the guy who beat up a kid who ruffled Ronan’s hair.”

“I was a year elder to the ‘kid”.” Despite sounding grumpy, my half smile turned more genuine as we reminisced the old days. “Only I ruffle his hair.”

“Always protective for everyone you laugh.” A hearty laugh leaves Uncle Damien, and he takes a sip from the glass of whiskey he had asked for when he first arrived.

“Drinking in the late afternoon?” I commented, “I doubt Aunt Elena approves of that.”

He glares at me at the mention of his wife, suddenly becoming all about business. “I heard your talk with Bakshi was inconclusive.”

how I found a certain someone lurking in the shadows trying to record. “It was hardly

“Hm,” his lips twist.

“I handled it, Uncle.”

it clear to him- what the punishment of betraying the Bratva is?” He looks me straight in the eye,

“Very clear.” I nodded.

nods back. “Now, about the attack. Do

back into easy conversation about our enemies, and how

them all.

Chapter 98

coming up, and making sure everything was back in order at my house after the attack, and it was. Everything was spotless and squeaky clean, rid of

thought of her- her legs wide open in front of me to feast upon-

be brought downstairs for dinner today instead of it

n k l e in Mia’s eyes when she followed Lana into the dining table, dressed

a seat across me on the dining table,

in a groggy voice, as if she

I nod stiffly.

“That… that’s lonely.”

up.

glare at her. “Do you want to eat or should

breath, trying to meet my stare but giving

the salad.

three dishes?” She

eyebrow. “Were you expecting a feast in your

her cheeks. “In the movies, the

movies do

“Inaccurate ones, apparently.”

My

even if it was till the dining

indulge her. “What do I get if I

“My company?” She offers.

“Not special enough.”

if she was just realising who she was talking to- the