Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Punishment

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Chapter 42

~Snow’s POV~

The office door slammed behind me, my chest heaving as I tried to reign in Glacier’s fury.

I wanted to break something, anything, just to release this pent-up frustration coursing through me. She had slapped me.

’She slapped me,’ I repeated in my head.

But as much as the anger roared within me, something deeper gnawed at my insides. Why had it come to this? Why had she chosen to run to Andrew Blake instead of coming to me with her concerns about Marcus? And why the hell was she still engaging with Ivan?

I paced inside my office, my fists clenching and unclenching as Glacier growled, waiting to break out.

He hadn’t been free in a while now. The frustration became worse by the day.

And now, Zara wasn’t just challenging my authority as her boss; she was testing the very boundaries of our relationship. She was questioning me—us.

’You’re mine, Zara.’ The thought ran through my head like a mantra, but the truth was... she didn’t fully believe it.

I saw the way she looked at me today, full of defiance and fire. She didn’t trust me, and that was the core of the issue.

I stopped pacing, my hand reaching for my phone. I pulled up our marriage contract, skimming through the clauses I had memorized. There it was—Clause 9, subsection B.

"In instances where the wife exhibits behaviour deemed undermining to the husband, the latter reserves the right to enforce disciplinary measures for the betterment of the relationship."

Perfect.

A plan began to form in my mind, one that would remind Zara exactly who held the reins in this marriage.

I wasn’t about to let her insubordination slide, especially after today. No, she needed to understand that there were consequences for her actions, both here and at home.

I shot off a quick message to her: Zara, report to my office. Now.

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~Zara’s POV~

I barely had time to come to a conclusion on how to apologize when a message popped up on my phone.

Snow wanted me in his office. Now. I stared at the screen, feeling my stomach twist in knots. What now?

Sighing, I walked out of the office and headed for his. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I walked. I wasn’t ready for another confrontation with him, but I had no choice.

When I entered the office, Snow was leaning against his desk, arms crossed, his face unreadable. His eyes tracked my every move as I closed the door behind me.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Zephyr?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.

Snow didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gestured for me to sit down. Once I complied, he straightened and kept his voice cold and authoritative. "Clause 9, subsection B," he began, his eyes never leaving mine. "You’re familiar with it, I assume?"

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Sharing a bed?

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