His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 119

[MIA]

A day passes. Then two and three. Before I know it, the whole week was gone.

The first few days, I threw tantrums and starved myself. After the fourth day, I had been eating one meal a day and pushing away everything else, including different cupcakes I was being sent for dessert.

“Sir isn’t going to approve of this

“If he cares so much, ask him to conc

I’m dieting for our wedding.”

looks at me with a permanent frown etched on her lips. “You’ve been starving for a week.”

me myself instead of locking me up like I’m Rapunzel.” I screech. “Besides, if he asks, just tell him

Something flickers in Lana’s eyes, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say it was sympathy. But it couldn’t be, because she didn’t have one kind bone in her body.

“Why do you dislike me so much, Lana?” I asked her, unable to stop my curiosity today. I had been in this house for over a month and a half, locked in my room with her for a week and she hadn’t still warmed up to me.

“I don’t dislike you,” she replies without thinking too much. “It’s just that, when you are around or even involved, Sir is distracted.”

If I wasn’t this mad at Alex, I would have actually blushed at what Lana said. My liking for him was stupid. “And why is that so bad?” I asked. “Couldn’t that man use a little… distraction? He’s so stressed and focused all the time.”

“When Sir is distracted, lives become at risk.” She simply replies, picking up the tray of dinner and dessert I had pushed away. “Including his

own.”

And then she walks away, leaving me to myself.

I sigh, rolling over in the bed. One week of being inside and I missed how stupidly there was a part of me that missed him. I hadn’t heard his voice. I missed it. I missed his touch, I missed his presence, just him over all.

But another part of me was just so mad.

He didn’t even ask me to marry him, he just demanded it. Like it was his God given right that he was establishing.

Arrogant fucker.

My arrogant fucker.

my eyes, knowing I had about thirty minutes of alone time before Lana

was a

behind me and then the door shuts and

all. Look who

“Or I think you prefer Rapunzel,

the bed so fast, just think I gave myself a whiplash. “Alex,” I only breathed. I hated how there was no

and he had

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where the wa

intensity

had the

of

shap “Didn’t we agre

(‘re mine!

That

can have cameras in

your room, cupcake.” He smiles

smile? That too the kind that makes my

back, reminding myself I’m

you want me to

my head negatively. A small shake, but it’s

miss me,

voice was basically non

raised as he

doing?” I

his lips trail down my jaw.

at

in, his scent, his touch.

way to rub his chest over his T–shirt, and I desperately claw it off him.

smirk to grow. “You missed me only a

my own T–shirt, letting

of me, taking one of my breasts into his hand and the other into his mouth while his eyes were tinted upwards and maintaining

me, the way my eyes

from taking my name, baby. If I don’t hear your voice screaming it, I’m going