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.

Has a daughter? Your

know so much

sheepishly. “I bake in

talk about?”

know.” My voice turns more and more into

are forbidden from

“Huh?”

He quipped, “I said, you are

“You-

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Chapter 103.

I tell you on your first

reply, protesting, “But you

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

his words striking a nerve. Him killing my friends. His possible involvement in Alina’s death consumes me, and the

of my thoughts, and I notice I didn’t realise how

drinking away my tears.

He stands up, watching me

you and I think you murdered my best friend. “Because I miss grass,” I answer with the most logical

“You what now?”

I can read or TV shows I can watch. I-

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

is understandable. I

“You- you

and instead, he looks at Lana. “Ask

Lana shuts up when Alex glares at her, and she

at the man in front of me. “You’re

garden. Don’t

“I-Why?”