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.

Xander had Hannah by his side, he was back to agreeing with me. “Backfire how? He’s a bandit, not

“I’m sorry if I made either of you feel your opinion matters

mine?” Uncle

respect, no, Uncle.” I reply, “Would anyone’s opinion matter to

eyes and if I didn’t know any better, I would say it was pride. It wasn’t. It was probably

in tow. “What’s going on?” The raver haired lady

about to do,” I tell her before grabbing her daughter, and she cries

calmer, as if she couldn’t make sense of

her to the torture room

she sees her chained up

The man roars, “Leave my daughter, you f**g

my wife back. Tell me where I can find her and I’ll send you home with your daughter. Wife’s in the oth room, by the

Daniel Tripp – I had learnt his name was,

my wife, Tripp?” I

cries out. “I told you a million times before, I don’t

ask you to

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I don’t know!”

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

it! Even you’re not as

wife? Try me.”

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

gulps, his eyes hesitant. “Leave

please,” I say with a calm I don’t

doesn’t break. Will

“Leave her.”

“Location.”

know much.” Tripp **bs, and I raise my finger. Will freezes and leaves the

one who would

in front of your eyes, starting

eyes. “There’s a warehouse. It’s not too far from here. We were asked to get here

“Transport her where?”

shakes his head. “The warehouse is the best I know.

I confirm you didn’t set us up, they’ll let your kid go. One mistake, Tripp, you even try crossing me once, and I will

me the location of

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

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and yet Nico had found some Italian thugs setting up base in our outskirts, preparing for a potential attack.

loudly in my chest when the warehouse came into view, abandoned and dark.

through the comms, “Nico take the back. Xander take the

door?” Uncle Damien asked