His Wife (A Contract Marriage Story) by Heer Mangtani

Chapter 128

TALEN

Cold frightful dread filled in me.

Two hours. It had been two hours since my wife was taken.

“You need medical attention, Alex.” Uncle Damien’s voice brings me out of my dark thoughts.

Even though I wince because of the pain in my right arm, I shake my head. “My wife needs my attention.”

Damien sighs. “What if it’s a targeted attack? We’ve already connected the two attacks, one that happened at your

house a few months ago and this were orchestrated by the same person. What if the target was always Mia?”

“It can’t be.” I seeth, “The first time, they had no idea who she was.”

“And now they do?”

“Now, she’s my wife.”

“A fact that wasn’t true till last afternoon.”

“We’re wasting time, okay? We’re wasting time.” I pass my left hand through my hair and kick a chair in frustration. It slides a little before toppling over with a huge sound. “My wife needs me,”

“We have to consider the possibility…”

“Don’t!” I stop my Uncle’s words midway with a scream. I didn’t care in that moment that he was my Uncle or the head of the organisation I had worked half my life to be at. “If you want to help, help. If not, you’re free to leave my house. But I’m not stopping till I get my wife where I belong.”

Next. To. Me.

It was a miscalculation on my part to take just Mia and Dominic to meet Damien. I figured where would we be safer other than a house that has triple the security mine did, and also that she would be intimidated enough by all the changes in her life without adding another hundred soldiers to the mix.

A f**g miscalculation.

It had been six hours since my wife was taken and even turning the entire city upside down wasn’t enough. It was

as if I was aiming to find a needle in a haystack.

We had three men captured from the attack, and not one of them would speak up despite the hours of torture

I may have resorted to some methods that my wife would murder me for if she gets to know.

“This could severely backfife,” Nico reasons with me.

to agreeing with me. “Backfire how? He’s a bandit, not the

made either of

Uncle Damien

opinion matter to you

his eyes and if I didn’t know any better, I would say it was pride. It wasn’t. It was probably a sinister plan to punish me for openly defying him. “Bring the little

year old girl in tow. “What’s going on?” The raver haired lady cries out, tears

for what I’m about to do,” I tell her before grabbing her daughter,

as if she couldn’t make sense of the world around

her to the torture room with

Dadal” Her eyes lit up the second she sees her chained up father and

King…” The man roars, “Leave my daughter,

me where I can find her and I’ll send you home with your daughter. Wife’s

– I had learnt his name was, screams his punctured

is my wife,

you a million times before, I don’t know! We were paid to

they ask you to

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I don’t know!”

take the little girl.” My eyes stay fixed on Tripp. “Do with her

Even you’re

my wife? Try me.” I spit

girl breaks into tears and full blown s**bs. “No, dada! Dada please! I don’t

wait. He gulps, his eyes hesitant. “Leave

with a calm

break. Will takes the

“Leave her.”

“Location.”

don’t know much.” Tripp **bs, and I raise my finger. Will freezes and leaves the little girl who runs to her

would die by

your worst nightmare in front of your eyes, starting with your little

from here. We

“Transport her where?”

I know. I can take you

once I confirm you didn’t set us up, they’ll let your kid go. One mistake, Tripp, you

and then tells me the location of

the distance of three hours in/one. The Italian Mob, that was the only name I could think of as we drove more and more towards the isolated

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in our outskirts, preparing for a potential attack. Xander wiped them

my chest when the warehouse came into view, abandoned and dark. It looked inhabitable,

I spoke through the

door?” Uncle Damien