The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 515

James could sense the gravity of the situation. His voice dropped an octave. "Don't panic, I'm on my way back right now. Hang tight, and don't be scared.”

With that, James whipped out his phone and dialed Magnus, "Magnus, Vivian's gone missing, Angela's a mess at home, and | need to fly back ASAP!"

Magnus, taken aback by the news, quickly agreed, "Go back home, James, and watch your back, okay?" James fired up the plane's engines and swung it around, setting a direct course for the UK.

Meanwhile, under Magnus' leadership, the rest of the crew continued scouring the ocean for any signs of Jonas, but from dawn to dusk, there was no trace of him to be found.

Night fell swiftly, and Magnus reluctantly ordered a pause in the search, anchoring the boat near the shore. He set up a makeshift tent on the beach for Natalia to rest in. After settling everything, Magnus offered some food to Natalia. "Please eat something, baby. You haven't had a bite all day."

Natalia's eyes, swollen from crying, resembled peaches as she sniffled and shook her head. "I can't eat a thing.”

Magnus sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking her along the shoreline. "Honey, | know you're worried about Jonas, but you need to keep your strength up. Trust me, he's probably stranded on some islet, waiting for us to rescue him. We'll ramp up the search tomorrow."

Natalia nodded weakly, leaning on Magnus, her gaze lifting to the vast expanse of stars. "Honey, we've already lost our daughter. If we lose Jonas too, | don't see any reason to go on."

Magnus clutched her cold hand tightly and placed it against his chest in a solemn promise. "Darling, believe me, our son will be fine! No matter the cost, I'll bring him back."

Natalia nodded slightly, her exhaustion taking over as she drifted to sleep against Magnus. The day's events had left her utterly fatigued. Magnus turned to see the weariness on Natalia's delicate features and felt a pang of heartache. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her ear and held her close, staring out into the unfathomable sea.

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The filthy water reached his waist, clinging to him with a nauseating slickness, while iron shackles bound his wrists with a chilling grip.

Jonas struggled several times, but the chains held fast. He sighed in resignation, his gaze drawn to the sliver of moonlight seeping through the window, wondering how long Johanson would keep him there.

In a moment of desperation, he had confronted Johanson in front of everyone, and to his own surprise, he had won. But now, he was paying the price for his rashness.

Gazing at the ethereal moonlight, Jonas thought of his mother’s tender gaze. She must've known by now that he was missing. How heartbroken she must be?

“Mum, don't be sad, don't worry. | am okay, and I'll be back with you soon,” he whispered silently, his thoughts lost in the reflection of the moon on the water.

As the night wore on, Anna lay restless in her princess bed, tormented by nightmares. She had witnessed Johanson and the mysterious boy fight over leaving the estate, and after Johanson’s defeat, she saw him lock the boy in the dungeon. Anna didn't understand why, but she felt compelled to see the boy, a desire Johanson sharply denied.

He warned her to stay away from that violent and dangerous boy. Although Anna had only seen him once, dirty and disheveled, she didn't believe he was as bad as Johanson claimed. She even felt pity for him—adrift for unknown reasons, then imprisoned for wanting freedom.

Although Anna had never been locked in the dungeon herself, Johanson had shown it to her. He had pressed a remote, and the door had swung open.

Johanson had said that wrongdoers were thrown into the water to soak until their bones softened and were denied food for three days. She feared that by the end of those three days, the boy would be half-dead.

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Cowed by Johanson’s fury, Anna stayed silent, her concern for the boy growing. Now, even in her sleep, her thoughts lingered on the boy's plight.

In her dream, she arrived at a place filled with fog everywhere, unable to see any direction. Even the road under her feet was unclear.

Suddenly, she heard someone shouting something loudly, so she followed the sound. As she bm closer, sh hear WHeie Clearly The vbitle ails a trapped boy calling for help sorrowfully, "Sister, it's so cold here! Save me! The water here stinks and is cold, and my bones are about to break. Please, save me!" Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Anna spotted the boy hidden in the dense fog. She couldn't see his face, but she could hear his anxiety and discomfort from his call for help.

Beneath him was a foul-smelling poo! of black water, with unknown bones floating in it. A few rajsipward (0 the cand treazibuly gnawed on his skin, making horrifying sounds. The place where the boy was bitten quickly bled, chilling to the bone. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org. Seeing this scene in the mist, Anna couldn't help but cry, feelings sad for the boy's experience, but she couldn't do anything herself.

Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't help but sob, then she realized she was lying in bed, and the scene just now was just a dream.

Anna hurriedly wiped her face, found it wet and cold. Turns out she really cried.