The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

After a hearty meal, Magnus cradled Natalia's soft body in his arms. His lips curled into a contented smile as he drifted into slumber. * In England. James awoke leisurely, still sprawled across the canopy bed fit for a princess. Sitting up, the memories of the previous night with Angela flooded back—good lord, what a night it had been. He had lost all control with Angela, that girl with a tomboyish exterior and Herculean strength. Yet, in the throes of passion, she was enchanting, surrendering to his every whim. Such indulgence was foreign to him. Angela breezed in with clothes for James, her smile as radiant as ever. "James, | picked these out for you. Do they fit? If not, | can get others." James's thoughts were elsewhere; he had been away for days, unsure of Magnus’ situation. He donned the clothes Angela brought and descended the stairs to find a feast laid out on the table. "James, | hope these dishes suit your taste. I've hired a chef well-versed in your hometown's cuisine," Angela said as James began to eat without a word. After the meal, he looked up at her. "Angela, | need to go to Hawaii to see Mr. Magnus. Please, don't stand in my way any longer, okay?" Angela's face creased with worry. "I don’t want you to leave. Our wedding day is nearing, and you haven't met our daughter Vivian. I'll bring her to see you today." James was taken aback by her piercing gray eyes. "Angela, a man's ambition knows no bounds. Keeping me caged will never make me love you!" Despite her heartache, Angela nodded. "James, I'll let you go, but you must return before the wedding. Can you promise that?" James knew well that if he left, returning would be the last thing on his mind. He was about to speak when the villa door swung open, and a middle-aged woman entered, cradling a one-year-old girl in her arms. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the little girl. Her bright eyes were a mirror image of his own. "Vivian!" Angela took the child. "Say hello to Daddy." Vivian shyly peered at James and uttered, "Daddy..." James’ world shattered at the sound—Was she his daughter? Angela placed Vivian in his arms, and he held her gingerly. Vivian's lightness was like that of a kitten, and her sweet scent instinctively drew him in. "Look at her, James. She's the spitting image of you. | would gaze at Vivian's face whenever | missed you. | swore I'd find you because | love you." James was at a loss, holding the delicate bundle. Vivian clung to his neck, her face pressing against his with a kiss. "Daddy..." Her affection quickened his pulse. "Yes, Vivian," he called her name without thinking. Angela's eyes glistened. "She adores you, James. It's a father-daughter bond. She's never liked being held by anyone else. But look, she wants you. She's even kissed you." James nodded, holding Vivian close on the couch, caught between two beautiful faces and their hopeful gazes. Perhaps it was time to reconsider his life's direction. Would he marry Angela? Looking at Vivian's cherubic face, how could he ever let go? Vivian simply stared at him, then offered a candy. "Daddy, have a sweet..." James was completely defeated, "You can have it. Daddy doesn't eat sweets." Vivian's little mouth puckered, almost crying, because daddy didn't want her candy. Daddy didn't like Vivian. James immediately took the candy, "Okay, daddy will eat this. Vivian, don't cry!" He took the candy, tore off the wrapper, and put itin his mouth, Vivian smiled shyly. As she smiled, a tear rolled down her little face, landing on James's hand. This... James was stupefied, why would he and Angela, two such strong individuals, have such a frail child like Vivian. His heart melted. He gently wiped Vivian's tears away, holding her tightly in his arms.. Angela's laughter bloomed like a rose—Vivian had a way of keeping her daddy close. James stayed in England for a week, bonding with Vivian. Her attachment to him grew, following him around, calling him "Daddy," which melted his heart. When it was time to leave for business matters, Angela didn’t stop him, but Vivian couldn't bear to let go. "Please don't go, Daddy. What will | do without you?" His heart melted. He had never expected to be so attached to such a sweet, tender little being. "Be good, Vivian. Daddy will be back soon," he reassured her, promising to return as he held her close, drying her tears.

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On the day of the royal banquet, hosted by the Queen herself, Angela's cousin brought his sqm|ayod) ApijeepeaBIdHed to getting his way. The pampered and unruly boy caught sight of Vivian playing by herself near the grand hall. Please read the original content at . With a haughty stride, he approached her and scoffed, "Why do you have different hair and eyes? You look foreign!"