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.

“Backfire how? He’s a bandit, not the head of an organisation.

I made either of you feel your opinion matters

Uncle

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

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

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

daughter, and she cries out all the more, tryi to wriggle out

calmer, as if she couldn’t make

carry her to the torture room

second she sees her chained up father and

King…” The man roars, “Leave my

I’ll send you home

three!” The man- Daniel Tripp – I had learnt his name was, screams his punctured

my wife, Tripp?” I

million times before,

ask you

2/5

I don’t know!”

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

believe it! Even you’re not

wife? Try

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

He gulps, his eyes hesitant. “Leave her…

I say with a

break. Will takes the little girl

“Leave her.”

“Location.”

Tripp **bs, and I raise my finger. Will freezes and leaves the little girl

who would die by tonight

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

and hatred flickers in his eyes. “There’s a warehouse. It’s not too far from here. We were asked to get here there, and then they would transport her after we

“Transport her where?”

is the best I know. I can take you there,

they’ll let your kid go. One mistake, Tripp, you even try crossing me once, and I will make sure you watch your girls

then tells me the location of the

only name I could think of as

3/5

found some Italian thugs setting up base in our outskirts, preparing for a potential attack. Xander wiped them clean, but I guess they

when the warehouse came into view, abandoned and

the comms, “Nico take the

door?” Uncle Damien