His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 119

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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.

had about thirty minutes of alone time before Lana freshens up and comes back.

was a

I hear footsteps behind me and then the door shuts

she wasn’t a robot after all. Look

voice makes its way to me. “Or I think you prefer Rapunzel, isn’t

fast, just think I gave myself a whiplash. “Alex,” I only breathed. I hated how there was no anger in my

His hair were messed up and he had a stubble. He usually

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eyebrows shap “Didn’t

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have cameras in my

have cameras in your room, cupcake.” He smiles softly, and heart futter overheard you talking

did he have to smile? That

back, reminding myself I’m mad at him. “Why’re you

you want me

and then I shake my head negatively. A small shake, but it’s still enough to get him

you miss

little,” My voice

was still raised as he throws

doing?” I asked.

what’s mine,” He replies, and his lips trail down my jaw.

returns, and immediate arousal floods me at the anticipation

him in, his scent, his

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

grow. “You missed me

as I remove my own T–shirt,

says, more like a statement to himself as he finds his way on top of me, taking

the effect he has on me,

stop yourself from taking my name, baby. If I don’t hear your voice screaming it, I’m going to drive you to your climax and not let