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.”

of the hospital, and how I found a certain someone lurking in the shadows trying to record.

“Hm,” his lips twist.

“I handled it, Uncle.”

me straight

“Very clear.” I nodded.

nods back. “Now, about the attack. Do you

our enemies, and how they found out about

them all.

Chapter 98

late evening when my Uncle left after reminding me of the party he was hosting coming up, and making sure everything was

a very enchanting temptress. Even the thought of her- her legs wide open in front of me to feast upon- led to a tightness

Lana’s shock and to my own, I asked Mia to be brought downstairs for dinner

in Mia’s eyes when she followed Lana into the dining table, dressed in one of the clothes

me on the dining table, noticing the length

alone?” She asks in a groggy

I nod stiffly.

“That… that’s lonely.”

up.

eat or should I send you back to your

a kid,” she mumbles under her breath, trying to meet my stare but giving up just two seconds in before she quickly

the salad.

three dishes?” She

unamused eyebrow. “Were you

flusters, the red seeping into her cheeks. “In the movies, the Mafia heads usually eat like

do

“Inaccurate ones, apparently.”

to disappoint.” My voice

sassed, happy to just be out of her room, even if it was till

get if I allow you

“My company?” She offers.

“Not special enough.”

as if she was just realising who she was talking