My Contract Wife
“This contract represents nothing more than a mere deal to me!” he spat, his voice low and menacing, each word dripping with contempt. “I’ve purchased you from your family, and that gives me every right to control you. You have no say in this matter, do you understand?” His grip on her arm was vice-like, his fingers digging painfully into her skin—a visceral reminder of his claim over her. With a forceful shove, he released her, and her arm fell limply to her side, the sudden impact leaving her temporarily stunned, as she grappled to process his words.
Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she steeled herself, adamant in her refusal to show any sign of weakness in front of him. Clenching her hands into fists at her sides, she summoned every ounce of strength she possessed to maintain her composure. Lifting her chin defiantly, she met his icy gaze, searching for any hint of humanity behind the cold, impenetrable facade of the man who had forced her into this unwanted marriage.
“Just because you threw money at my family doesn’t mean I’ll ever consider you my husband, Mr Raichand!” she shot back, her voice firm and unwavering, determination lacing her every word as she stood her ground against him. “I will never accept this marriage or you as my husband! You’d do well to remember that!” Her voice brimmed with a fierce mix of anger and defiance, echoing in the dimly lit room, emphasizing the gravity of her stance.
With a dark intensity, he stepped closer, moving slowly, deliberately, closing the distance between them as if to emphasize his power. With each step he took, she instinctively retreated until her back met the unforgiving wall, the hard surface a stark contrast to the turmoil boiling within her.
"Are you sure about that, Mrs. Raichand?" he growled, a predatory glint in his eyes.
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