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 inconclusive,” I tell

“Hm,” his lips twist.

“I handled it, Uncle.”

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

“Very clear.” I nodded.

back. “Now, about the attack. Do

about our enemies, and how

them all.

Chapter 98

up, and making sure everything was back

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

to be brought downstairs

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

and she takes a seat across me on the

asks in a groggy voice,

I nod stiffly.

“That… that’s lonely.”

up.

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

her breath, trying to meet my stare but giving up just two

the salad.

dishes?” She

e d an unamused eyebrow. “Were you expecting a

she flusters, the red seeping into her cheeks. “In the movies,

movies do you

“Inaccurate ones, apparently.”

to disappoint.” My voice

even if it was till

I get if I allow

“My company?” She offers.

“Not special enough.”

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