The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 481

Anna looked up at Gabby with the innocence of youth in her eyes. "Mommy, I'm okay if you marry this man. Then you won't have to stay here, and we can live in a big house."

The concept of marriage was still alien to the little girl; she didn’t quite understand what it entailed. To her, if this man was willing to be kind to her mommy and offer them a big house, he would be a hero.

Gabby, tears glistening in her eyes, nodded in agreement. "Yes, for Anna’s sake, for a big house, I'll do it.”

Her heart ached. Grant had already raped her, and to her, whether it was once or a hundred times, it made no difference when it came to providing for Anna.

Grant was taken aback at Gabby's sudden consent. He swept her up in his arms. His voice was filled with a solemn promise. "Trust me, no one will ever hurt you again. Let's move to my place right now."

Gabby's expression was stiff. She was succumbing to the harsh realities of life.

Grant, who had just violated her not long ago, was now vowing to protect her. However, if men's promises were worth anything, she wouldn’t have been abandoned by Lucius!

But seeing Anna's joy, she buried her bitterness deep within. She never fancied herself a princess; her happiness had always been hard-won.

Now, she was prepared to make her last sacrifice to ensure a safe haven for her daughter. Thus, Gabby, with Anna in her arms, left for Grant's estate amid the envious and resentful gazes of the maids.

Grant had an eight-year-old son, Johanson, the boy who had come to play with Anna not long ago. Anna was thrilled to see Johanson and chirped, "Johanson, | get to live with you now!"

Johanson, with a gentle smile, lifted Anna into his arms. "From now on, you're my sister, and I'll never let anyone hurt you, okay? But you can't ever leave me because I'm your brother!"

Anna nodded, not fully grasping his words, then shook her head.

Johanson frowned. "Why the shake?"

Anna thought hard, "Because when I grow up, I'll have to leave, right? | can't stay here forever." Johanson's voice grew stern. "I'll never let you leave my side. You have to stay here forever!"

Back in England, James stepped off the plane and headed straight to the castle he shared with Angela. Upon entering, he was greeted by a tiny figure racing towards him—his little angel, Vivian.

"Daddy!" Vivian ran into James’ arms, her brilliant smile lighting up her delicate features. "Daddy, pick me up!" “Of course, my darling!" James scooped his daughter up, twirling her around and eliciting peals of laughter.

Angela watched the affectionate scene with a hint of jealousy but quickly shifted to caring for James, wiping the sweat from his brow with a soft towel. "You're back just in time for dinner."

James leaned in to kiss Angela's cheek. "Thank you, my dear wife."

James usually took his time on business trips, but ever since Vivian and Angela became his world, he found himself racing back to them. The once laid-back man was now fixated on returning home, preferring their company over any business venture.

Angela brought out the dinner, calling them to the table, "Alright, wash up, it's time to eat!"

James hurriedly washed up with Vivian and settled her into her booster seat, then sat beside her to help with her cutlery. "There we go, princess, dinner is served." Yet Vivian clung to James, wrapping her little arms around his neck as if fearing he'd vanish.

James, feeling cherished by his daughter's affection, lifted Vivian onto his lap and began to feed her carefully, "Careful, it's hot."

Vivian playfully opened her mouth. "| want Daddy to feed me."

“Alright, alright," James said, shaking his head in amusement. Vivian was well able to eat on her own, but she clearly missed her father.

Angela watched the father-daughter duo with an indulgent shake of her head. She had her reservations about James' doting ways, but considering Vivian's young age, she didn't voice her concerns.

After a patient mealtime, James bathed Vivian and took her to her nursery. Vivian resisted sleep, insisting on a bedtime story. James, ever compliant, narrated tales until her eyes closed in slumber.

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She playfully grabbed James’ arm and pulled him towards their bedroom, casting a mock-resentful glance at him. "Oh, James, it's like your eyes only see our little girl. You've forgotten all about me!"

James wrapped his arms around Angela with a chuckle, his voice |

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Angela let out a light laugh and gave James a gentle push, "Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you. I've drawn a bath for you; go freshen up in the bathroom."

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Nodding, James headed into the bathroom and jumped into the bathtub. No sooner had he settleiil | into he ween wie than Angela fotlowed him in. With a sultry look, she watched James soaking in the tub and slowly began to slip out of her clothes. "Darling, let's take a bath together." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

James was more than willing to accept such an invitation. He eagerly scooted over, making room for Angela to join him.