The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 465

Natalia's heart twisted in agony as Magnus' words sank in. Her sorrow was so intense it felt like physical pain.

Magnus, seeing the instant shadow of grief cross Natalia's face, swore with unyielding determination, "Darling, | promise you, | will find our daughter. | won't let a single hair on her head be harmed!"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Tears streamed relentlessly from Natalia's eyes as she fought to suppress her deep sorrow, but the grief inside was too overwhelming, and what started as silent sobs turned into unrestrained weeping as she collapsed into Magnus’ arms.

Magnus held her tenderly, kissing away the tears that clung to her cheeks. "Darling, don't be sad. | swear I'll find our little girl." Natalia nodded, but her tears wouldn't cease.

That night, sleep eluded both Magnus and Natalia, who lay awake, staring into each other's eyes until the break of dawn. As the first light of day tinged the sky, Magnus rose from their bed. "Darling, you need rest. I'll go out and look for any news about our daughter. Trust me, we'll hear something soon."

Natalia nodded silently, bidding him farewell with a wave. Only when his footsteps faded did she finally succumb to sleep, the rising sun witnessing her grief.

Magnus mobilized every resource to find their missing child, but a month passed with no word. It was as if their little princess had vanished into thin air.

Anxiety gnawed at Magnus. The nightmare he had that ominous night haunted him. He felt a crushing pain in his chest whenever he thought of it.

Magnus was slowly driving home from the office, his mind consumed with thoughts about his daughter's whereabouts. Even if something horrible really happened to her, there should be some shred of clue left behind, right?

No!

The mere thought sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't believe fate would be so cruel. His daughter had to be alive, perhaps suffering somewhere.

“Oh, my sweet girl, Daddy is so sorry! I'm sorry | couldn’t find you faster!”

In frustration, Magnus pounded the steering wheel before continuing the drive home.

The sinking sun bled red into the sky, mirroring Magnus’ desolate heart—mournful and lost.

Upon arriving at their villa, Magnus found Natalia sitting on the sofa, staring blankly ahead, looking like a soulless shell.

Startled and fearing the worst, he rushed to her side, wrapping his arms around her frail waist. "Darling, what's wrong?" he asked gently.

Natalia turned slowly, her eyes meeting his. "Lucius... he's not dead. He's in Dubai under the name Dummy, and he's on trial for murder."

Magnus' eyes widened in shock. Lucius, who was presumed dead at sea, was alive. He remembered how even Hector, grievously wounded, had survived; it was no surprise Lucius had, too, given his robust constitution.

"Darling, where did you hear this?" Magnus asked earnestly.

Natalia pointed to a newspaper on the side table, freshly brought by a servant. She handed it to Magnus. "Read for yourself. That's Lucius. I'd recognize him anywhere."

Magnus took the newspaper and saw the bold headline. [Disgraced Tycoon's Murderous Rage—A Chilling Scene.] Below was a clear photo of Lucius, his gaze as cold as ever.

He read the detailed account of Lucius’ arrest and the grisly crime scene. A censored photo at the bottom conveyed the brutality, sending shivers down Magnus' spine. Magnus read every word, then fell silent, deep in thought.

That night in Dubai, Gabby, consumed by jealousy, had killed the woman Lucius brought home and was taken away by kidnappers.

Lucius had not come downstairs at all, waiting for the woman he'd newly hooked up with to finish cooking and bring him his food.

However, he almost fell asleep waiting, and the woman never came up. Lucius grew impatient, he put on his pajamas and got up to go downstairs.

As soon as he stepped down the stairs, he smelled a strong bloody odor. Lucius furrowed his brows in confusion. Where was this bloody smell coming from in the middle of the night?

When he finally made his way downstairs, he realized that what he'd smelled was the w mar’schioou. hbis cluctiye WEMSTWho was just under him gasping, was now lying there with her throat slashed, blood flowing across the floor, and her face had been mutilated, a gruesome sight. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Lucius shivered, not understanding how a person who was perfectly fine before suddenly became this horrifying figure. He looked around the living room nervously, fearing someone might suddenly jump out to harm him.

After waiting for a while, Lucius finally let his guard down. It seems like the killer had left.

Once he felt safe, the worries in Lucius's heart finally came to rest. He looked at the ductive iaorrfang cold coyase hile ground, strongly suspecting that she was killed by her former lover, hence why her face was mutilated. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

But, he never thought that the one who did all this was Gabby, whom.he kicked out, tim) aprcidasd tut deppipinlisve with him. In his eyes, Gabby was always irrelevant, even now, when a murder occurred, he didn't suspect her. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Looking at the seductive woman sprawled dead in his kitchen, he felt a pang of regret. He hadn't had enough fun with her and now she was gone.

The woman was dead and regret wouldn't help; Lucius had to call and report to the police.

Upon hearing about the murder, the police quickly rushed to Lucius's house and cordoned off the area.

After a thorough investigation, the police found that the victim had passed out due to a slit in her throat, and then died from excessive blood loss. The knife wounds on her face were the primary cause of her death.