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.

be blocking us from left and right,” she quipped. “Oh look,

sarcasm, Mia.” I reply to her without looking up from

You’re marrying me. You’re stuck with it till you decide to divorce me.”

to keep the anger concealed. “There will be no

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bulge. “You mean to say I’m stuck with you for the rest of

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 about is how it

name.”

she tries her best to hide

driving

don’t pay them

would know if you were actually

me again only when

house.

we?” Curiosity peaks

her, and she

back at us. “We’re

before looking at Mia. “Let’s

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,

to tie her down to me if I

under her breath, following me inside nonetheless.

The manager stands up. “We’ve been expecting you all morning.”

the inside room where he leads me, indicating Mia to do the same.

rings.” I demand, and then the girl next to me breaks out into coughs.

as soon as the manager is out of

out for

matter, because it’s not going to be a real marriage any way.” She flips her hair, looking away till my hand fists her chin to force her back to me.

in every way that counts, cupcake. The sooner you accept that, the fucking

stared at me without blinking till water fills

We. Clear?” I repeat slowly, dangerously, and she

manager brings out a whole tray