His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 122

[ALEX]

I watched Mia tuck Jennifer inside her bed in the hospital, kissing her forehead and holding her hand till the little child falls asleep.

She was a hellion. Jennifer. She lurched onto me any chance she got, hugging my legs like she was a clingy dog. I think she viewed me as a prince in shining armour who had saved her from eternal boredom and reunited her with Mia.

I pitied the child, I really did. Losing your family at seven and stuck in a hospital bed all your time isn’t an ideal life for anyone. But she was the reason Mia had lied to me.

She was Mia’s Sunday hospital visit.

I cursed myself for not pulling up the CCTV cameras sooner. This girl distracted me in the worst ways possible.

My temptress. My enchantress. My damnation. My fucking distraction.

“I’m going to place two guards outside Jennifer’s room like you asked,” Dominic pulls me out of my thoughts, and I nod stiffly. He reluctantly adds, “The Pakhan wants to see you.”

Uncle Damien. Fucksake. He wants to probably know why I called it off with Hannah, and why fucking Xander had to play knight and offer to marry her to stabilise the relation with the minister. Fucking Xander. He should consider it a fucking blessing that I let him live.

Mia comes out of Jennifer’s room with a glare and a pout that we both know I can fuck away in minutes, but her icy gaze sets on me. She crosses her hand in front of her chest, waiting for me to walk before her.

“After you, Mrs.”

“Don’t call me that again.” She hisses, and walks in front of me.

Always a fight. Always an argument. But again, my Mia wouldn’t be mine if she didn’t have that fire in her.

Dominic coughs behind us uncomfortably, and I ignore his existence just like I had begun ignoring the rest of the world when this girl was involved.

She gets into the car begrudgingly, and I could hear her muttering curse words under her breath every time she looked at me.

She stares out at the window when Dominic drives.

“The view isn’t that good, you know.” I comment when she doesn’t look away for the next three minutes.

if your guards‘ cars wouldn’t be blocking us from left and right,” she quipped. “Oh look, there’s a car

appreciate the sarcasm, Mia.” I reply to her

we? You’re marrying me. You’re stuck with it till you decide

freeze, eyes snapping to her, trying to keep the anger concealed.

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to say I’m stuck with you

unknown satisfaction in that. “And I plan to ruin you. So that if you ever manage to get away, if you as much as talk to another man, all you’re going to think

name.”

rushes to her cheeks, and the redness spreads even though she tries her best to hide it. “Alex!” She

driving

don’t pay them to listen, cupcake.”

a human thing,” she grumps, “You would know

window, acknowledging me again only when the car stops and she

house.

are we?” Curiosity peaks underneath her

to her, and she frowns.

back at us. “We’re clear.”

him before looking at Mia.

us, and she seems intimated by it in a way she wasn’t when I took her out for dinner. I think it was the realisation that this wasn’t for one date,

was going to tie her down to me if I had to, by

jeweller?” She mutters under her breath, following me

“We’ve

he leads

demand, and then the girl next to me breaks

a whisper as soon as the manager is out

I pick it out for you?” I cock an eyebrow.

be a real marriage any way.” She flips

that counts, cupcake. The sooner you accept that, the fucking better. Are

blinking till water fills in her

repeat slowly, dangerously, and

go when the manager brings out a