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.”

in the shadows trying to record. “It was

“Hm,” his lips twist.

“I handled it, Uncle.”

what the punishment of betraying the Bratva is?” He looks me straight in the eye, and a part of me feared he knew

“Very clear.” I nodded.

back. “Now, about the attack. Do you

into easy conversation about our enemies, and how they found out about

them all.

Chapter 98

Uncle left after reminding me of the party he was hosting coming up, and making sure everything was back in order at my house after the attack, and it was. Everything

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

own, I asked Mia to be brought downstairs for dinner today instead of it being taken up

t w i n k l e in Mia’s eyes when she followed Lana into the dining table, dressed in one of the clothes

I instruct, and she takes a seat across me

She asks in a groggy

I nod stiffly.

“That… that’s lonely.”

up.

you want to eat or

trying to meet my stare but giving up just two seconds in

the salad.

dishes?” She

e d an unamused eyebrow. “Were you expecting a feast

seeping into her cheeks. “In the movies, the

do

“Inaccurate ones, apparently.”

disappoint.” My voice

she sassed, happy to just be out of her room, even if it was till the dining room. “Does

indulge her. “What do I get if I allow

“My company?” She offers.

“Not special enough.”

it immediately disappears as if she was just realising who she was talking to- the