His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 103

[MIA]

I didn’t see Alex after that night for the next two days. He wasn’t at the house at all, not even for dinner. I tried not looking so disappointed by that, and must’ve not been doing a good job because Lana had frowned and told me he does go away for business for days sometimes.

That worried me more. His business usually involved guns and bloodshed.

had to control myself because he was my abductor. He was forcing me to stay here and us getting physical? That was just convenience. It was my s t u p d attraction to his looks and his lifestyle, not him. Worry had no place here, especially not if one day I was going to escape this place and never look back. Hopefully.

In the two days that passed, I had chalked out what could be his room at the end of the same hallway as me, because when I ‘wandered’ there, Lana had sneered and asked me to stay away.

I also found the library and turns out I was allowed there all along, because it contained only books- fiction and non-fiction. Nothing about the case files

or the fire.

I still hadn’t been able to locate Alex’s library, if there even was one.

On the third day, when I was brought down for lunch, Alex was downstairs, lounging on the couch, an iPad in his hand.

“Y-You’re here,” I couldn’t hide the surprise in my voice.

That got him to look up and at me, his trademark smirk finding its way on his face. “Missed me, cupcake?”

“No.” I cross my hands in front of my chest. “It’s just that you’re my only interaction in a day. Lana is… robotic.” I could sense the lady frown at me. “And Greg was on a leave since you weren’t here.”

“Greg?” His eyebrows c o c k up. “Who the f u c k is that?”

“Your chef?” I give him an obvious look.

He didn’t look like it rang any bells.

Blonde hair? Has a daughter? Your head chef? Makes

why do you know so much about

in the kitchen while he

is it that you talk about?” He hissed at the word

daughter, you know.” My voice turns more and more into a whisper by the passing second, “I

are forbidden from talking

“Huh?”

cupcake?” He quipped, “I said, you are forbidden from talking to

hung. “You- you can’t do

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Chapter 103.

I tell you on your first

I reply, protesting, “But you don’t get to dictate my

unauthorised friends. Or I will kill him, and anyone else

consumes me, and the sudden shame of sleeping with him overcomes. I slept with my best friend’s potential murderer. I slept

you a friend?” His voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I

sniff, drinking away

up,

murdered my best friend. “Because I miss grass,” I answer with the

“You what now?”

weeks since I’m here. There’s only so many books I can read or TV shows I can watch. I- I

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

is understandable. I

“You-

looks at Lana. “Ask

Alex glares at her, and

front of me. “You’re really taking

garden.

“I-Why?”