His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 127

[MIA]

There was a pungent scent of a gas around me and blood, so much blood. Blood was the only thing I felt trickling down me and my body ached. It took so much energy to be able to open my eyes, and so much more to comprehend what was happening around me.

I was in a car, judging by the movement outside the window. A moving car.

“Al-Alex?” I breathed.

I out more of my energy to open my eyes when his comforting voice didn’t make its way to me.

“Alex?” I hoped I was calling audibly. My voice was nothing more than a little whisper.

“She’s awake!” A foreign voice screamed. He was so loud, it hurt my ears. “Why is she f*g a**wake?”

That’s not Alex. This isn’t my-

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when something hit me on my head. Sharp, the pain shooting inwards. I gasped, wanting to scream, but no voice came out.

My eyes just shut again.

The next time they opened, I felt a lot more stronger, but I couldn’t move my hands or my legs as if there was a

weight binding me to my place.

My eyes flung open, a dumb decision in retrospective. I should have just keep my eyes shut till I find out if it was

safe.

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But as soon as my vision focused, a beaten up Dominic was all I saw in front of me.

His eyes were half-open.

I whispered without caring about who could see me.

more at my voice. “Mia…” he whispered in return, sounding

notice the blood dripping down his forehead, and all of it covering his abdomen. Was he shot? The wound

I called for him again,

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he couldn’t speak. It looked like he wanted

rimmed my eyes. “Dominic,” I called again, “Stay with me,

floor of an old warehouse, and it was in the basement judging from the lack of windows. The door was dusty, and I’m pretty sure

hurt in the blast, but my wounds had stopped bleeding. That’s why

did these people manage to kidnap me in a house

Alex. Oh, Alex…

“Who are these people?

feebly shakes his head.

heart sinks. Was Alex okay? How long had it been since I was taken?

my feet touch his, but

door flies open, and two men walk in. They were huge by build, tall and both of them had beards. One being a

up?” The ginger asks, looking

“Please..” I mutter. “Who

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of people,” The blonde answers, walking closer to me. I shudder when he kneels in front of me. “The Alex King got f**g

cheeks and I

me in place.

good of a

from my

downwards.

legs closer to each other. “Please…” I

blonde offers, “But won’t you want to feel

as you ask me to stop. And guess what? My friend there will record it and send it to that f**k*r of your husband. The only thing he ever loved, he failed to