The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 516

Barefoot, she slipped from the warmth of her bed and drifted to the floor-to-ceiling window. Her gaze was drawn to the solitary moonlight. A memory teased at her mind, the dream of the boy, crying out for help.

Though his features were a blur, she was convinced he was the same boy trapped in Johanson’s dungeon. "Maybe, if what Gabby said was true and | have another family out there, | might have a big brother like him," she pondered.

With a newfound resolve, Anna hastily slipped into her sneakers and descended the staircase, venturing into the enveloping night towards the dungeon.

Anna was no stranger to this grim place. Johanson had once brought her here in a twisted version of playtime. Guided by memory, she quickly located the lever controlling the dungeon’s gate and pressed it with determination.

The gate groaned open, releasing a putrid stench. In the darkness, the gaping entrance loomed like a monster's maw, ready to swallow her whole.

Swallowing hard, Anna steeled herself and stepped inside. The path ahead was cloaked in darkness, and the damp stone floor was treacherously slick. She moved cautiously, her fingers tracing the jagged stone walls as she inched forward.

After navigating the gloomy corridor for what seemed like ages, she finally reached the dungeon's heart. Dim moonbeams revealed the boy she and Johanson had found. His body was shackled and submerged in the murky waters.

Astone skittered across the floor with a crisp "clack!"

"Who's there?" called out Jonas, his voice cutting through the dungeon’s eerie silence. Startled, Anna patted her chest to calm her racing heart and responded softly, "It's me." "Who are you?"

Jonas strained his eyes to see through the darkness. The dungeon's gloom made it impossible to discern her face, and he could only make out the outline of a young girl. For reasons he couldn't explain, she seemed to radiate a gentle glow, like an angel descended to earth.

To Anna, the sight of Jonas chained and half-drowned reminded her vividly of the boy from her dreams. She was right to come. No matter what, she had to free him.

Strengthened by this thought, Anna groped along the wall, searching for the mechanism to release the chains, and answered his question, "I'm Johanson’s sister."

Jonas was taken aback. This angelic girl was the sister of that arrogant braggart?

That despicable bastard had imprisoned Jonas here after besting him with dirty tricks, and yet, he owed his life to Johanson. If not for that, he would have made Johanson pay dearly.

But what was Johanson’s sister doing here in the dead of night? Jonas squinted, trying to discern her intentions. The dungeon's darkness concealed her actions, revealing only her small silhouette against the wall.

Anna's fingers eventually found a protruding lever on the damp wall. She remembered this from when Johanson had shown her. She pulled it down with joy.

The sound of chains echoed through the hollow dungeon as the shackles binding Jonas began to retract. He was free! Feeling his body lighten, Jonas leaped out of the foul waters with gratitude, "Little girl, thank you.”

Anna shared his joy, feeling an inexplicable sense of safety beside him. “Don’t mention it. You better leave before dawn,” she whispered. “Follow this path to the shore. There are usually some servant boats moored there. You can borrow one.”

Jonas admired her use of the word "borrow" and made haste toward the exit, "Thank you. I'll find a way to repay you."

"It’s okay. | just hope you make it home safely. Your family must be waiting for you," Anna said sincerely, watching as Jonas disappeared into the darkness.

Jonas’ figure dwindled into the distance, and soon he was striding onto the sandy beach. True to Anna's word, several fishing boats were docked at the water's edge. Jonas quickly untied one and pushed it into the sea, jumping aboard with agile grace.

As he reached for an oar, his eyes caught Anna's small form standing on the beach. His \softenéa let! ths gightiofah¢ kin girl. He waved at her silently, not daring to raise his voice, fearing it might attract attention from Oakwood Manor. It was a silent farewell. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Anna understood and waved back with all her might, silently wishing him a safe journey home.

Jonas rowed vigorously, the boat moving away from the shore and into the vast ocean. Only when his figure blurred into the distance did Anna turn back, a sense of loss filling her as she returned to her room.

On the sea, Jonas rowed tirelessly, distancing himself from the imposing Oakwood Manor, which slowly dissolved into a hazy silhouette on the horizon. Finally, he allowed himself to breathe, confident that even if Johanson noticed his absence, he was far beyond reach.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Jonas let his mind drift away as he took in his surroundings. The ocean was a sheet of glass. Trananyttity (1) etched Fa fanha Wie eye could see, ahd even the moon seemed to muster the courage to peek out from behind the thick quilt of clouds, slowly ushering in a tapestry of twinkling stars. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

There was a tinge of regret in his heart. How wonderful it would have been if the moon had been as bright earlier! Then, he might have caught a glimpse of the little girl who had plucked him from peril.

Now, as he prepared to leave, he couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Johanson would reprimand her. Bye soon ae YORES shvok Kie(Read, disyniss\ e thought. He was certain Mr. Johanson wouldn't have the heart to scold her. She was the epitome of innocence and kindness - a veritable little angel. Who could possibly bear to chastise her? Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.