The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 158

Natalia grabbed Kendra's wrist with a vice-like grip, "Don't think you can still lay a hand on me, Kendra.

I've paid back all the favours your family has granted me. Now, get out of here."

Kendra struggled, using all her strength to wrench her hand from Natalia's grasp. Glaring at her swollen

wrist, she shot Natalia a venomous look. She feared that the man would come back for her, so she

stormed out of the mansion, her pride intact. "Natalia, you wait and see. I'll make your life a living hell." NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Kendra stomped out of Maplewood Manor. Not long after, she bumped into someone. She looked up,

and to her surprise, it was that man again.

Hadn't he left? Why was he back?

Callum stared at Kendra, "Why are you still here? I've found out that you're Natalia's sister, but I've

heard you've bullied her since you were kids and even stole her pendant. Is that true?"

Callum's brown eyes were as cold as ice, a stark contrast from when he met her on the street earlier.

"No, I didn't bully her, and I didn't steal her pendant. She gave it to me herself." Kendra knew this man

was a force to be reckoned with.

She had managed to escape earlier, only to be caught by his men and brought back. She had a feeling

that Callum was even more intimidating than Magnus.

"I hope not. From now on, I won't let you bully Buttercup anymore." Callum pointed to her nose as he

warned her.

Kendra didn't want to waste her breath arguing with him, so she turned to leave. But after a few steps,

she turned back. She looked at Callum with a smirk, "Mr. Callum, your beloved Buttercup is married

now. How do you plan to take her away? Her husband now is the king of Melfort, someone you can't

afford to mess with." After speaking, she laughed heartily and then strode away.

At Kendra’s words, Callum’s face darkened. Had she really married? Had he arrived a step too late?

His girl, he would take her away, whether she was married or not.

Natalia, at Maplewood Manor, saw off all the guests and returned to her room. She slumped into a

chair as if she had lost all her strength.

For the past decade, she had been haunted by a dream, not realizing that it wasn't a dream at all, but

her memories from when she was five.

However, aside from that dream, she had no other memories. Could it be that her memories from

before she was five had been erased?

Was it her mother? Why would her mother erase her memories? Why didn't she want her? Why did her

mother hand her over to Kyler and never ask about her again? Why would her mother do that?

She sat on the balcony, staring at the fiery sunset, feeling unloved and rejected by the world.

Two days later, Magnus finally returned to Melfort. He went straight to Maplewood Manor after getting

off the plane. When he got Linden's call, his heart was set on fire. Someone was actually trying to steal

his wife.

He couldn't wait to see who dared to come to Melfort to look for trouble. He didn't even stop by his

company, heading straight for Maplewood Manor.

Upon seeing the black Rolls Royce, Linden knew he had returned. "Mr. Magnus, you're back."

"Where's my wife?" Magnus asked, his face full of concern.

"Ms. Natalia is in the study. She seems quite upset since that man visited. She hasn't left the house in

the past few days." Linden reported.

Magnus went straight upstairs and pushed open the door to the study, only to find a slender figure on

the balcony, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, engrossed in her painting. She was so

focused that she didn't notice the man who quietly approached her from behind.

She was drawing the scene from her dream: a wide classroom with many children, all with horrified

expressions, and Miss Rose, who had already fallen to the floor in a pool of blood.

Magnus frowned. What was she drawing? It was so bloody.

Natalia finally finished her painting and stood up with a sigh. Suddenly feeling someone behind her, she

turned around and was shocked to see Magnus standing behind her.

"You... you're back." There was no joy or excitement in her eyes.

All Magnus saw was her fearful and estranged gaze. Had he become such a stranger in her heart?

"Darling, what are you drawing?" He tried to suppress his anger. Shouldn't she run into his arms and

tell him how much she missed him upon his return?

"Nothing much, just doodling." She packed up her painting tools and casually walked past him, her long

hair brushing against his face, leaving behind a faint fragrance.

He closed his eyes, feeling a heart-wrenching pain. He turned around and grasped her delicate wrist.

Natalia turned slightly, looking at Magnus' gloomy expression. Her heart ached.

Ever since the day they had a falling out, they hadn't had sex. Every time she woke up in the middle of

the night during Magnus' business trip, she found herself missing him uncontrollably. But this man was

already involved with Isabella. She couldn't stay by his side anymore.

Magnus pulled her into his arms, hugging the girl he had longed for these past few days. His wife. He

couldn't stop thinking about her. He wished he could have rushed back to see her immediately upon

receiving Linden's call, but the project was really important. So he rushed back as soon as he finished

the project. Finally, he was able to hold her again. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.

Natalia tried to push him away. Whenever she thought of the day when Isabella walked out of his office

wearing his coat, her heart felt like it was being pricked by needles.

"Darling, let me hold you. I missed you so much." Magnus tightened his hold on her.

"Magnus, let go. I have something to tell you."

Natalia wanted to break free from his hold. She didn't want him to hold her. She feared that she would

become addicted to his scent, losing herself even more.

Magnus paused when he heard her say that she had something to tell him. Was she going to talk about

breaking up again? Where did things go wrong? His wife wanted to break up with him. He wouldn't

break up. He absolutely wouldn't.

He held her in his arms, wishing he could melt her into his bones. He could control the entire world, but

he couldn't control this girl's heart.

The girl in his arms struggled so fiercely that his patience was wearing thin. He moved her shoulder

away, found her lips, and kissed her directly.

He drank in her sweetness, his kiss wild and untamed. He pried apart her pearly whites, stole her

breath away, drawing on her small tongue as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Natalia's tongue tingled, her body tightly confined in his embrace, unable to move. Just when she was

about to suffocate, he slowly let her go.

Looking at her flushed face, he said, "Darling, I love you. Don't do this to me. Let me deal with my

matters first, then we'll go on our honeymoon. Behave." Magnus' voice was hoarse, whispering lowly

into her ear.

Natalia was rigid all over, and she snapped back to reality, looking up at the man in front of her. His

passionate gaze made her heart flutter.

"What about Isabella? Magnus, don't lie to yourself, don't you have feelings for Isabella? I once said, if

you find a girl you like, I will leave."