The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 25

Before Natalia had a chance to utter a word, she heard him address her as wife, which made her body freeze in place, her eyes fixed on him. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth, as if he was aware of the terror coursing through her right now.

Magnus simply observed her, thinking, “Little one, let's see how long you can keep up this charade. If you'd just admit you're not Kendra, I might consider forgiving you. After all, I don't want my grandfather to find out about this mix-up with the Clarkson family just yet."

If he was not mistaken, his grandfather would be furious once he found out - surely blaming Lucius for his sneaky switch. But he would also insist on sending Natalia back and marrying Kendra off to him instead. But now, he didn't want Kendra anymore. He wanted Natalia, regardless of her true identity. All he knew was that she was now his woman.

No one was allowed to tarnish what was his, and he certainly didn't want his grandfather to make her life difficult. He wanted to keep her for his own amusement.

He watched as she stood there, looking helpless, and let out a soft chuckle, "Why don't you want to go home? Tell me why, and maybe we won't have to."

He looked up at her panicked expression and reached out his hand. Caught off guard, Natalia placed her hand in his, and he gently pulled her into his embrace. She looked up at his handsome face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. At what point had this man become so gentle? He wasn't as cold as he used to be.

More importantly, this man kept insisting that she sit on his lap, and each time she did, she could feel the strength of his muscular legs, even the pulse of his veins beneath her. Before long, she could feel heat radiating from his lap. If it weren't for the fact that he was often seen in a wheelchair, she might have suspected that he was faking his disability. But every time she helped him with his rehabilitation, his legs remained devoid of sensation. With his temper, would he really allow himself to be tortured like this if he wasn't really disabled?

She stared at him blankly, wondering how she could convince him not to take her back to the Clarkson family. But it was like trying to avoid the inevitable.

“Did you see everything you wanted to see?" Magnus stared deeply into the girl's pensive face. Looking at her lively appearance, he suddenly recalled a few days ago.

He had taken advantage of her several times while she was unconscious, and now he wanted to take her again. He wanted to torment her until she finally confessed the truth.

"Um... Magnus, can we not go back to the Clarkson family?" she asked, looking lost in his embrace.

"Why?" He knew she was scared to go home.

"Well, I don't really have any emotional ties to my family. Plus, my parents only sent me here to take care of you. As for going back to see them, we can wait until you can stand on your feet again." She felt like she had walked into a dead end. Her face alternated between pale and red. The statement about having no feelings for her parents was filled with flaws.

Magnus didn't want to press her further. Seeing her nervous expression, he felt an inexplicable frustration. Even when given a chance to tell the truth, she still chose to keep quiet. He reached up to touch her smooth face, his rough fingers tracing her skin. Natalia felt a jolt of electricity at his touch, his hand carrying the faint scent of tobacco and a distinctly masculine aroma.

She tried to push his hand away and stand up, but he held her down with his other hand. He held her chin and slowly leaned in. He wanted to kiss her again. Why was he so addicted to her kisses? Her lips were as sweet as honey, and once he tasted them, he couldn't stop.

As Natalia saw his handsome face getting closer, she pushed him away and ran towards the villa.