The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 165

He was hit with a reality check, like a bucket of ice water was poured from his head to his toes. He sat

up in bed, staring at the picture on his phone. His anger slowly ignited, burning his rationality to ashes.

"So you don't want me, just because of him!" His voice was as cold as frost.

Natalia, who was lying with her back to him, was roughly turned around to face him as he shoved his

phone towards her. When Natalia saw the picture on the phone, her mind felt like it had exploded. He

had someone follow her and take photos of her. There was nothing between her and Callum, but the

photo implied otherwise.

"It's nothing between us... I only ran into him on my way back," she stated flatly.

"Nothing? I saw how your eyes lit up when you saw him, and yet you're always so cold towards me.

Natalia, have I spoiled you too much? I’ve allowed you to push my boundaries time and time again!"

Magnus suddenly stood up, looking down at Natalia on the bed.

It was the first time he had called her by her name, and his eyes were so cold it sent chills down her

spine.

"I didn't... he said he found my mother, Magnus. If you don't trust me, then my explanations are

useless. But nothing happened with Mr. Callum." She looked at him, and her eyes were filled with

sorrow. Perhaps this was a misunderstanding that would forever remain between them.

"Trust you? Darling, have you ever trusted me? When I danced with Isabella that night, she got her

damn lipstick on me, and since then you've been cold to me for months. I accepted it. Have you ever

trusted me? And now you're asking me to trust you! I've said you will stay here forever. As for that

Englishman, I'll make him pay for trying to steal another man's wife! Move to Sapphire Island tomorrow.

You don't need to continue your studies!"

Magnus got up and stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Natalia sat on the bed.

Tears were streaming down her pale face.

Magnus descended the staircase, heading for his car, but his heart felt like it was being scorched. He

wanted to destroy everything. That damn Englishman was so bold!

He picked up the phone. "Investigate Callum's every move in Melfort tomorrow."

He sat on the couch, lighting a cigarette, and pulled out his phone to look at the photo again. Isabella

had sent the photo. That woman was audacious and was pushing his boundaries time and time again.

He then blocked Isabella's number.

Late into the night, Magnus sat on the couch in the living room, smoking an entire pack of cigarettes.

In her sleep, Natalia felt a dryness in her mouth. She went downstairs to get some water and saw the

glow of a phone and the heavy smell of smoke. She knew it was Magnus. Hadn't he left?

She descended the staircase, and in the moonlight, she saw Magnus sitting on the couch, enveloped in

a cloud of smoke, and leaning against the couch tiredly.

Natalia felt a pang in her heart. Tears fell in an instant, and she went over to him. “Magnus, why aren’t

you sleeping? You’ll get sick if you smoke so much.”

“Do you care about me? Can you still care about me? Don’t you want to break up? To leave with that

Englishman?” His voice was hoarse.

Natalia wiped her tears, and a mocking smile appeared on her face. “I only met Callum once, and he

said he found my mother. I won't go off with him. Don't worry. As long as you say I can't leave, I won't. I

owe you too much." She slowly stood up to get her water.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She fell onto his lap, and just as she tried

to resist, he tightened his hold around her. His warm lips, tasting of strong tobacco, covered hers.

He kissed her fiercely, giving her no chance to resist. He didn't bother to explain anything. He pried

open her teeth, entangling her tongue and savoring her sweetness. His hand wandered under her

sleepwear, grabbing her soft tits. His heavy breathing blew against her ear, sending shivers down her

spine.

Natalia closed her eyes, no longer pushing him away. His passionate kisses already consumed all her

breath.

Magnus pressed her onto the couch, kissing every inch of her body. Then he thrusted into her deeply...

In the silent night, the couch was pushed to the center of the living room due to Magnus’ vigorous

movements. Magnus finished once. He carried Natalia, who had no strength left in her, and went

upstairs. He cleaned her up, and then took her again.

After cleaning her up again, Natalia was so tired that she was about to fall asleep. He carried her to the

bed and started another round, tirelessly taking her. He wanted to leave his mark on every inch of her

skin.

When the sky started to lighten, Magnus finally stopped. He watched Natalia lying beneath him, and

she seemed so exhausted, worn out from his roughness. He reluctantly let her go.

He held her soft body close, inhaling her sweet scent as he fell asleep.

The next day, Natalia woke up with her whole body aching and a deep pain in her lower abdomen.

The room was devoid of Magnus. She slowly got up, and began preparing to go to school, but she

could barely lift her hand.

She slowly made her way to the bathroom to wash up. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her, causing her

to retch a few times. She rinsed her mouth with cold water and forced herself to go downstairs to eat.

The servant brought the food to the table. "Ma’am, Mr. Magnus ordered this soup for you. It's good for

your body. Please have some."

Natalia nodded, but after taking one sip, a fishy taste filled her mouth. She ran to the bathroom to throw

up. What kind of soup was this? It was so disgusting!

May watched as Natalia vomited violently. "Ma’am, this is your usual soup. Why are you throwing up?"

"I don't know, it just smelled so fishy. Make me some oatmeal and save the soup for dinner." Natalia

clutched her stomach as she sat at the dining table, feeling a dull ache. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Not long after, the pain became unbearable. Sweat dripped down her forehead. May brought a bowl of

oatmeal over and was shocked to see Natalia’s pale face.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"My stomach hurts..." Before she could finish, her vision darkened, and she slumped onto the table.

"Ma’am! Call Mr. Magnus quickly."

Upon receiving the call, Magnus rushed back home. Linden was already carrying Natalia towards the

car, but Magnus intercepted them halfway. "What happened to her? How did you take care of her?"

Magnus yelled.

"She was throwing up everything she ate, then she fainted!" The servant was on the verge of tears.

At the hospital.

Natalia was rushed into the emergency room, with Magnus pacing anxiously in the corridor. Half an

hour later, a cheerful doctor emerged. "Mr. Andersen, your wife is two months pregnant.

Congratulations, you're going to be a father."

Hearing the doctor's words, Magnus' mind exploded like a muffled thunderclap, leaving him dazed.

“She's pregnant! She's really pregnant. She's carrying their baby!”

Seeing Magnus' stunned expression, the doctor knew this man was just like all the others, shocked at

the prospect of becoming a father for the first time. The doctor chuckled. "Mr. Andersen, your wife is

weak. She needs to avoid overworking herself. It would be best for her not to engage in strenuous

activities, including intercourse, during the first three months of her pregnancy."