His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 104

(ALEX]

“Do you have a family?” She asked, and I’d be lying if I said that the first feeling in me wasn’t suspicion.

But it didn’t look like she put any thought into it, just asked what was on the top of her head.

“I do,” replied.

“What? Really?” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t think you were a family guy.”

“I have a mom. A dad. A twin sister. Younger brother. An uncle and an aunt. The whole package, actually,”

“No way.” Her eyes bulged while she made her way to sit on the wooden steps leading to the garden, her feet still dipped into the grass as if it was something to touch. She wanted to touch grass. Who the f**k touches grass? “Your parents encouraged you to be a part of the…” she hesitated, her voice turning into a whisper, “Mafia?”

I rolled my eyes at how dramatic she was. “Mafia. You can say it.”

She raises her shoulders.

“And no,” I answer her, I don’t know why. “My father wanted to kill me when he found it, but I think a part of him always knew about my knack for destruction- right since I started a fire in my school,”

Now, her eyes looked like they would fall out of their sockets. “You started a fire in your school? How old were you? Sixteen?”

“Twelve,” I smile, reminiscing.

“Why even?”

“I wanted to go watch a football game.”

What did

talk to

“Aww. Mama’s boy?”

boy. But I wasn’t going

“What happened then?”

picked up a gun

family, I would never leave them. I would just stay

I sit next to her, leaving a good few feet

the system, and she told me I showed up outside an orphanage when I was just three days old.” Her voice turns smaller. “I think they gave me up because they didn’t want me, but I still missed them all my life, you know? Like there was this huge mom and dad shaped emptiness inside me growing up

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enquire, “No friends? No

I was shifted into a new foster home, I lost them. At some point, it felt why attach yourself to people if you’re

certain heaviness in her voice, and then there was the way she looked straight ahead, as if

your boyfriend?” I push.

looks at me, a light scoff under her breath. “You really want

“really do.” Tinsist.

lied. There was no

anger, her grey eyes turning almost icy when they were set at me, her

I was the one getting to know you. Why do you live alone in

alone on my floor, except you now.

you have so many rooms on your floor if

empty rooms, where do

in

“Maybe,” I lie.

“Other girls?”

an eyebrow. “Jealous,

“Yes, of the fact that they’re not here anymore. Which means they got to leave, I

because I killed them.” I tell her, and she visibly shudders. I resist a smile. “But you’re right, you don’t get