The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 161

She was infatuated with his taste, and Magnus was just as smitten with hers. He savored the

sweetness before him, greedily desiring more, and more.

Natalia, almost breathless from the kiss, struggled incessantly, but in front of Magnus, she had no

effect at all. Instead, she found herself gradually succumbing to his advances more and more.

Magnus' patience was wearing thin. It had been a while since he last touched her, and this time, he

wanted her. Desired her to the point of madness.

Natalia felt a chill on her shoulders before realizing that her dress had been slipped off by him. She was

thin and frail, so Natalia’s dress was easily removed by Magnus.

Gazing fondly at the beauty before him, Magnus felt his blood boil with desire. He wanted to claim her,

possess her.

“Magnus, don’t.” Natalia clutched her shoulders in panic and backed away, her slender shoulders

trembling slightly, as if she were a leaf fluttering in the wind.

She didn’t want him to touch her because he had touched Isabella.

“Don’t be afraid, my lady. I promise that I will love you,” Magnus rasped, undressing himself hastily and

moving closer to the girl who drove him insane. She was his wife, and always would be!

“Magnus, don’t!” Natalia shook her head helplessly. “Get away from me!” He was tainted.

His thoughts exploded like dynamite at her words. His face hardened, the air around him turning icy

cold. “Get away? My lady, do you know how long it’s been? I’ve been patient with you because I love

you. I desire you. Where do you want me to go?”

His large hand gripped her slender waist tightly, applying just enough pressure. Seeing her continue to

flinch from him, his heart sank. He forcefully pushed the frail Natalia onto the spacious bed.

The bed shook as Magnus covered her, his kisses no longer gentle, but vengeful. His girl was repulsed

by him, and he wouldn't allow it. He would make her remember that he was her man.

Natalia couldn’t break free from his embrace, and slowly there was a taste of blood at the corner of her

mouth. Finally, she stopped struggling, feeling a sharp pain below, as if she were being torn apart.

Magnus forcefully claimed her, his vigorous movements causing her to faint.

Domination and plunder. Tossing and turning.

When Magnus finally exhausted his anger, the girl beneath him had already fainted.

Staring at the girl beneath him, as fragile as a leaf in the wind, Magnus' heart ached. How did they end

up here? He truly loved her, so why was she treating him like this?

She wanted to leave with that man.

Magnus' eyes darkened. Callum, who appeared out of nowhere, wanted to whisk his wife away?

Fucking hell. Nobody could take Natalia away from him, nobody.

Magnus carefully got out of bed, carrying the unconscious girl into the bathroom to clean her. Seeing

the marks on her, his heart ached even more. He shouldn't have treated her like this, but he always lost

control.

He quickly helped her into her nightgown, placed her on the bed, and left the room with a cold

expression. As he descended the stairs, he called for Linden, instructing, “Keep an eye on her, and

don’t let her go anywhere.”

“This…” Linden was at a loss for words. It was unexpected to be asked to watch over ma’am.

“Watch her, and if she goes missing, you’ll answer to me.” Magnus' cold voice sent shivers down

Linden’s spine.

“What about her studies?” Surely, she couldn’t stop attending school.

“No more school.” What was the point of school if she was going to be swept away by an Englishman.

Linden was speechless. Without school, Ms. Natalia would be unhappy.

Magnus left the villa and drove off. It was nine in the evening.

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Chase had been waiting for a while. He finally saw the latecomer. Leaning on the couch, he said, “Tell

me, Magnus, you’re not here to drink again this late at night. I have some bad news for you."

“Speak!” Magnus poured himself a drink and gulped it down.

Chase looked at the disgruntled Magnus and worried that he might lose control, but he still revealed the

investigation results, “Before Natalia went to France, she might’ve thought there was something going

on between you and Isabella, which is probably why she left in a huff. When she came back, Isabella

went to see her and probably showed her some compromising photos.

“On the day Natalia returned, she met with that Englishman. According to my investigation, he is the

heir of the Frerotte family, named Callum. His background is substantial. What’s unbelievable is that

Natalia lived in England before she turned five and saved Callum’s life when they were children. Callum

gave her the family heirloom and promised to marry her when they grew up.

“Natalia’s background might be really important. This Callum has strong foundations and he sought out

Natalia as soon as he was established. His family had a belief that if a man gives a woman a family

heirloom, he is obliged to marry her. Magnus, Natalia’s mother might be an English aristocrat.

“And this Callum is not to be underestimated. He came on strong.” Chase said, placing a stack of

documents in front of Magnus.

Hearing Chase's words, Magnus felt his blood run cold. So, she was indeed born in England. He knew

she was more than she seemed. No way could Kyler have fathered such a beautiful and intelligent

daughter.

And Callum, he was her fiancé. No wonder she wanted to break up with him and leave.

No matter how strong Callum was, it didn't matter. She was already his wife. Did this Englishman

intend to steal his wife?

Magnus thought about what he did tonight, his mood was in turmoil. His wife showed him a look of

disgust, what should he do?

So Isabella went to see her. No wonder she was so cold towards him. What did Isabella show her? He

and Isabella were a thing of the past. There was no need to mention it at all.

At the witching hour of 2 a.m., Magnus finally returned home. He pushed the bedroom door open,

finding the girl on the bed still look the same as when he left. A sharp pang of pain pierced his heart as

he approached her, her face flushed as though ablaze. He reached out and touched her skin, the heat

of it alarming.

Damn it! She was running a fever again. It was all his fault for treating her the way he did.

He hastily grabbed a shirt to dress her up. Natalia was burning up, her senses blurred as she felt

someone holding her.

"Mama." She seemed to be lost in a desert. She thought she saw her mom, but she ignored her.

Magnus heard her calling for her mother, and it hurt his heart to the point of numbness. He thought to

himself: “I'm sorry, sweetheart. I will help you find your mother.”