The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 378

It was said that the bond between a mother and her child was unbreakable. As Jonas wept bitterly,

Natalia's tears fell in sync, splashing onto the hardwood floor. "Jonas, honey, I’m not leaving you. I'll

come visit you, I promise."

"But why can't I live with you like the other kids? I don't care, I want to stay with you!" Jonas clung to

Natalia's leg, his face wet with tears and sweat.

Worried that he'd cry himself sick, Natalia soothed him gently. "Don't cry, Jonas. I swear, I'll never

abandon you. You're my brave little man, okay?"

She stroked Jonas’ forehead tenderly, whispering words of comfort until he became exhausted and

finally succumbed to sleep in her arms. As she gazed at Jonas’ peaceful face, Natalia planted a soft

kiss on his forehead, then laid him gently on the couch and covered him with a light blanket.

“Magnus, you shouldn’t have brought Jonas,” Natalia murmured reproachfully, implying that him using

their son as a pawn was a low blow.

Clearly, she hadn’t grasped the full extent of Magnus’ shamelessness. When she turned to scold him,

she found Magnus shamelessly stripped down to his bronze, muscular torso, his suit and shirt cast

aside.

Her mouth agape, Natalia scolded in a hushed tone, “Magnus, what are you doing?”

Magnus closed in, cornering Natalia against the arm of the sofa, then swiftly shed his trousers and

pressed his imposing figure against her.

Propping himself up with one hand, he gazed down at her with a look of burning desire, whispering,

“Darling, do you have any idea how I’ve suffered without you? If you don’t save me now, I don’t know

what I’ll do.”

He couldn’t bear the thought of Hector living with his wife. Natalia was his, and she wouldn’t marry

another. With the shamelessness of a man who refused to lose his love, Magnus grabbed Natalia’s

arm, spun her around, and pinned her beneath him on the sofa.

As her soft palm brushed against his cock, Magnus inhaled sharply. “Darling, I want you now! We’re

husband and wife, and I’ve missed you so much this past year.”

Natalia’s face flushed crimson; she was about to marry Hector. How could she allow this to happen?

She withdrew her hand from Magnus’ grasp and pushed against his chest. “Magnus, we’re no longer

married. Let me go!”

“You are mine, and you’ll always be my only wife,” he declared, leaning in as the atmosphere charged

with intimacy.

With her cheeks burning hot, Natalia glanced at Jonas, sleeping soundly beside them, afraid of waking

him, and pushed at Magnus with gentle urgency. “Get off me, Magnus. You’re going to wake Jonas!”

As if heeding her plea, Magnus stood up, but before Natalia could catch her breath, the world spun as

she was swept into Magnus’ arms.

“What are you doing?” Natalia’s whispered protest was cut short as she covered her mouth, mindful not

to wake Jonas. Then she murmured a soft objection, “Don’t do this. Jonas is right here.”

“No, darling, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Magnus said, carrying Natalia up the stairs.

“Tell me, which room is yours?”

Furious, Natalia struggled to break free. “Put me down this instant, or I’ll scream for help!”

Magnus laughed heartily. “Darling, if you think anyone would dare interrupt us, go ahead and scream!

I’d like to see who’d stop a man from holding his own wife.”

Natalia had no recourse against Magnus’ roguish behavior and could only pound futilely against his

chest with her small hands.

Ignoring her protests about revealing which room was hers, Magnus carried her into a random

bedroom, laid her on the bed, and kissed her forehead reverently, whispering, “Nat, I’ve been riddled

with holes searching for you this past year. Now that I’ve found you, I miss you so much.”

He kissed her fiercely, entwining his fingers with hers. His voice was growing hoarse with emotion.

“Darling, ever since that poisoning, I’ve been lifeless. I thought I might be ruined.”

Natalia blushed deeply, feeling the undeniable proof that he was far from ruined, and wondered how

Magnus could claim such a thing with a straight face. She tried to pull away again, but Magnus’ grip

only tightened.

As his breaths grew heavier and his hands wandered, Natalia glared at him. “Magnus... I have

something to tell you. Stop this.”

Panicking, Natalia begged, “Magnus, don’t be so impulsive! I haven’t been with Hector!” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

With that, his kisses descended like a storm, relentless and all-consuming. Natalia’s attempts to resist

were futile; she was overwhelmed by Magnus’ fervent display of affection after such a long absence.

Their love was rekindled, a passionate entanglement unfolded in Natalia’s apartment, while little Jonas

slept soundly on the couch, oblivious to the world.

The room warmed with the heat of their intimacy, a sensual glow that spoke of lovers’ fervor.

Circling her slender waist and whispering hoarsely into her ear, Magnus confessed, “Nat, I love you...”