The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 52

In the wee hours of the morning, Magnus reeked of a potent, masculine scent. He pushed Natalia

towards the edge of the bed, commencing an intimate embrace with a mix of tenderness and

assertiveness.

Natalia found herself lost in his gentle caress. Her senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent

of his desire. She felt weak all over as his kisses grew more intense. He moved her to the bed, his

body pressing against hers. He quickly discarded their sleepwear, impatient to feel the warmth of her

lips against his again.

Magnus was in deep discomfort, his desires amplified by her touch. He moved down from her chin, and

his lips were trailing kisses along her chest, covering her softness.

"Ah…" Natalia let out a soft moan. Her body was sensitive to his touch.

Magnus was on fire, every nerve in his body was screaming for her. "Darling...give in to me."

Natalia's heart raced at the sound of his desperate plea. She was already at her limit, and his advances

were leaving her weak and wanting more. Magnus felt that she was ready, so he kissed her

passionately, not able to wait any longer to claim her.

In the morning, due to their tight schedule, Magnus was satisfied with just one round. He whispered in

her ear, "Darling, it's not enough. We'll continue tonight.”

Exhausted, Natalia barely had any strength left. This man was insatiable. But the next minute, Magnus

was already dressed and in his wheelchair, carrying Natalia into the bathroom. He helped clean her up.

Natalia was surprised at how efficient he was despite his disability. He then helped her dry off and put

her back into bed.

Magnus then went to change his clothes. "Darling, rest a bit more. I'm off to the office."

Feeling powerless, Natalia could only nod as she watched Magnus wheel away, full of life and energy.

At the Andersen Corporation headquarters, Magnus sat at his desk, elegantly flipping through some

documents.

"Sir, Kyler called today. He said Kendra is ill. Can the divorce be postponed?" Paul said, standing in

front of the desk.

Before Magnus could reply, the sound of an altercation with security outside the office filled the room.

Paul immediately went to handle it, but before he could, the door had already been pushed open.

Lucius stormed in, furious. "Magnus, what's the meaning of this? I tried to meet you at Golden Groove

yesterday but you didn't show, and now you're having security stop me from entering. Do you think a

mere security guard can stop me?"

Magnus looked directly at Lucius."Mr. Lucius, what's the matter? I believe your office is downstairs. And

this is a company, not a place where you can do as you please. Security is just doing their job, nothing

wrong with that."

Lucius glared at the man in front of him. He had always thought Magnus would be crippled by his

disability forever, but here he was, claiming the position of CEO.

Magnus looked back at him, his gaze sharp. "Whether I'm qualified to be the CEO is not for you to

decide, Lucius. Based on your actions - betraying your brothers, killing innocents, and laundering

money under the name of Andersen Corporation - any of these reasons is enough for me to send you

to jail. But I don't want to hurt Grandpa, nor do I want to betray Jamie's last words. If you behave, I'll let

it pass. But if you cause trouble again, don't blame me for not considering our brotherhood!"

Lucius was taken aback. How did Magnus know about all the things he had done? He stood there

trembling, "Magnus, you've been investigating me?"

"Was there a need for investigation? You should have known, the moment you did those things, that

one day they would be revealed. And with your status, doing those things, do you think there would be

no one who knows?" Magnus remained calm and composed.

Suddenly, Lucius felt as if his younger brother was no longer the same fool who used to tolerate his

bullying silently. He had no idea what he had been doing behind his back, but Magnus was already

empowered, enough that he doesn't even bother to confront him.

Lucius left the CEO's office, walked straight into the elevator, and then into the deputy general

manager's office, slamming the door shut. The secretary outside the door was so scared that she didn't

dare to breathe.

He kicked the office table in half with one foot. He sat angrily on the sofa. He could not accept this. He

absolutely could not accept that a cripple was riding over his head. Everything here had been his for so

many years. Why was it being stolen by a cripple?

After Lucius stormed out, Magnus stood by the window, watching the blood-red sunset. His mind was in

turmoil.

At Maplewood Manor, Natalia got up late in the afternoon, had a quick lunch and started reading a

book on the balcony.

"Madam, there's a young lady looking for you," May informed her.

"Who's looking for me?" She wondered. The only person that came to mind was Sabrina. But when she

descended the stairs, she found Kendra standing in the middle of the living room.

On hearing the footsteps, Kendra turned to find Natalia's blue eyes staring at her. They both paused for

a moment.

Kendra stared blankly at the girl she hadn't seen in four months. She had become much prettier,

wearing a blue dress, a simple coat, and her hair casually draped behind her head. Her delicate skin

had a hint of pink, and there was a sense of vitality and wisdom between her brows. Kendra knew she

was beautiful, but she never expected for her beauty to intensify here.

Was this face what she used to seduce Magnus? As Kendra watched her, a ruthless light flashed in

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"Is there something you need?" Natalia asked, seemingly indifferent. She was used to Kendra's scorn

and sarcasm by now.

"Looks like you're doing well?" Kendra returned, her eyes filled with a malicious glint.

"Thanks to you, very well indeed," Natalia replied, her gaze steady on Kendra.

"Pretty neat, huh?" She paused. "I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. I came here today to

tell you that you can leave now. I don't need you to fill in for me any longer. You can return to the

Clarkson family and continue your studies. Or we can send you to school in America. That's what Mom

and Dad want."

Kendra stared at her steadily, with a mocking glint in her eyes. She thought to herself, “Natalia, playing

the role of the Andersen's little princess for four months has been a privilege. If you're planning on

overstaying your welcome, don't blame me for being rude!”

Natalia's eyes darkened and a sudden laugh bubbling up inside her. She was forced to marry in her

stead, and now she was being told to leave? It seemed like a joke. She had lost much more in order to

marry on Kendra's behalf.