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.

knowing I had about thirty minutes of alone time before Lana freshens up and comes back. She does that

was a

hear footsteps behind me

after all. Look who decided to

makes its way to me. “Or I think

and I got up on the bed so fast, just think I gave myself a whiplash. “Alex,” I only breathed. I hated how there was

and he

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where the wa

intensity

the

of

eyebrows shap “Didn’t we

(‘re mine!

That

can have cameras in

smiles softly, and

did he have to smile? That too the kind that

I feebly reply before straightening my back, reminding myself I’m mad at him. “Why’re you

want me to go?”

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

you miss

My voice was basically non existent.

of his lips was still raised as he throws himself on the bed beside me.

doing?”

mine,” He replies, and his lips trail down my

arousal floods me at the

in, his scent, his

rub his chest over his T–shirt, and I desperately claw

to grow. “You

as I remove my own T–shirt, letting my tits out.

been wearing a bra.” He says, more like a statement to himself as he finds his way on top of me, taking one of

has on me, the way my eyes twinkled when he

name, baby. If I don’t hear your voice screaming it,