The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 21

Magnus barely registered James' words as he glared at the screen, his gaze icy cold at the sight of the

two figures entwined. A bitter chill swept through his eyes. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Suddenly, Lucius' voice rang out, his tone dripping with mockery. "Kendra, I wonder how it feels to see

that cripple clinging to that imposter. Lucky you didn't marry him. If you had, I would have killed him."

Magnus' hands clenched into fists, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent. He turned off the

projector, stood up and left the private room. James and Chase followed, calling out to him, "Magnus,

calm down. I know it hurts, but you need to figure out who set you up, and who’s the one behind all

this."

Magnus didn't respond, his entire being radiating hostility. He stepped into the elevator, silently

seething. Such a grand deception and disgrace had been played on him. How dare they!

James and Chase shared a look of dread. They could sense a storm brewing.

At midnight, a downpour began, thunder echoing ominously. A car pulled up to the mansion on the

island, its driver stepping out. He was a man exuding danger, as if he was a demon straight from hell.

He entered the mansion, his footsteps echoing as he ascended the staircase and opened the door to

Natalia's room.

The sound of the storm drowned out the creak of the door. By the flash of lightning, Magnus saw a

slight figure huddled in the bed. He wondered who had instructed this girl to trick him. How audacious

she was to impersonate Kendra to marry him.

He stood by her bed, glaring at her peaceful face. He wanted to strangle her for daring to deceive him.

The girl in the bed was plagued by nightmares.

At a warm and peaceful orphanage, children were singing songs and playing games. Suddenly, the

sound of gunfire echoed from outside, followed by screams. Men in black, armed with guns, stormed in

and pointed their weapons at the children. "Tell us, have you seen a fifteen-year-old boy?"

The children shook their heads in terror. Miss Rose's face was pale as she looked at the men in black

with horror. But still, she opened her arms and tremblingly stopped in front of the kids. "We haven't

seen him. Please, don't hurt the children."

A single gunshot, and there was a hole in Miss Rose’s chest. The children screamed, "Miss Rose!"

Five-year-old Natalia watched it all with wide eyes. She rushed to Miss Rose's side, begging her to

wake up. All the children watched as Miss Rose slowly closed her eyes. It was followed by crying.

Natalia turned and noticed a foot sticking out from under a slide, trembling... was that the fifteen-year-

old boy?

She lifted her head, her blue eyes glaring at the men in black. Then, a small grin appeared on her face.

"I know where the boy is," she announced loudly.

The foot under the slide trembled even more.

"Where?" One of the men asked, staring at her. She gritted her teeth. "Follow me, I'll show you."

Then she walked out, the men following her.

"You dare deceive us, you'll die!" One of the men pointed his gun at Natalia.

Staring at the barrel of the gun, she didn't flinch. She took a deep breath and walked out of the

orphanage. If it meant saving Miss Rose, the teenage boy, and the others in the orphanage, she wasn't

afraid to die.

But then, the dream shifted, and a teenage boy was looking at her. He gently brushed a stray hair from

her face. "Nat, remember me, I’m Cal. You saved me, and I'll marry you one day."

Natalia, with her big blue eyes, stared at the handsome boy. "Cal? What do you mean you'll marry

me?"

"That means you'll be my wife." Callum picked her up and kissed her forehead.

Natalia looked up at the boy holding her, not quite understanding.

He took out a pendant and handed it to her. "Nat, remember that you're my wife. This is a token I'm

leaving for you. In fifteen years, I'll come back for you."

Natalia took the pendant, staring at the boy in front of her.

Suddenly, a loud thunderclap rang out. A bolt of lightning illuminated the mansion, the sound

deafening. Natalia, who was sleeping, was suddenly startled awake from her dream.

It was a dream she had had for fifteen years now, every night since she was six. She couldn't tell if it

was a dream or a memory of something that had actually happened.

She pulled the covers off and a flash of lightning lit up the entire room. By the light of the lightning,

Natalia saw a figure standing by her window. Startled awake by the thunder, she felt weak all over. She

was still in a daze, thinking she was in the dream, and her heart involuntarily raced with anxiety. When

another flash of lightning lit up the room, she saw it clearly. The figure by her window was a man

wearing a mask. His tall figure stood by the window, the mask reflecting a terrifying white light in the

lightning.

She screamed in terror, but her screams were drowned out by the thunder, unheard by anyone else. As

she tried to sit up, another flash of lightning revealed the masked man approaching her bed. His

towering figure blocked her view, his silhouette looming against the lightning. He had already reached

her bedside.

The lightning continued to light up the room. She watched in horror as the man pulled back her covers,

causing the bed to dip under his weight.

"Who are you? Get away!"

In the darkness, she saw him unbuttoning his shirt, then unbuckling his belt. Natalia's voice was

choked, drowned out by the thunder outside. She slowly retreated to the edge of the bed. But just as

she was about to bolt, a large hand grabbed her, pulling her into his strong arms.

She pushed against him, screaming, "Who are you, get away! Help!" There was no response from

beneath the mask, only the cold, iron grip of his hand. With a swift movement, Natalia's clothes fell to

the floor, revealing her smooth skin and white underwear.

Natalia was terrified, her hands instinctively covering herself. She trembled as she stared at the man in

the dark.

The man seemed to be plotting his next move. He grabbed her ankle and tugged her towards him. He

pulled her escaping figure beneath him.

In a flash, her undergarments were discarded. His dark eyes glaring coldly from the holes in his mask

at the enticing beauty beneath him.

‘So you wanted to be a substitute, huh? As you wish then.’ Magnus' mood was like a fiend from hell,

full of malicious intent, invading and plundering.