The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 33

The two of them stayed in the booth until 1 AM before parting ways. Lucius quietly entered his own bedroom in the villa. He reached to turn on the bedside lamp and was startled to suddenly see Magnus sitting in a wheelchair by the floor-to-ceiling window. It took him by a big surprise. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, sneaking into my room at this ungodly hour?" Lucius kept his voice low.

"If you don’t feel guilty, why would you be startled?" Magnus wheeled himself smoothly to meet Lucius.

"Your secretive return at this late hour suggests that you're the one with something to hide," Magnus' deep, penetrating gaze bore into Lucius as if trying to read his very soul.

Lucius strode over to Magnus, "And what's your excuse for playing the night owl in my room? Can't satisfy your desires with your new bride? Let me remind you, Magnus, you chose to marry an imposter. Deal with it. Don't expect me to be your pawn in any of your twisted games."

Magnus smirked, "Well, the cat's out of the bag, and grandfather knows. Given his temperament, what do you think he'll do? Better keep a tight leash on your woman. I couldn't care less about her. But grandfather, that's another story."

Lucius looked at the man in the wheelchair, and for a moment, he felt a bit dazed. He suddenly sensed that this man seemed to exude an invisible force, exerting an intangible pressure on him from an unseen place. "Your affection to your new bride seems genuine. I doubt you'd want her snatched away by grandfather. And she's quite protective of you. Don't get too greedy, Magnus. Coveting what’s not rightfully yours will only bring trouble."

Magnus chuckled, "Let's not forget, Lucius. Kendra and I are still legally married. Despite my disdain for your woman, she remains my wife in the eyes of the law. Even if I couldn’t care less about her, that doesn’t mean you have no right to cavort with her behind my back. I advise you to stay in line, or you might lose everything."

After Magnus finished speaking, a sly smile played on his lips. He wheeled away, and the man left behind stared at his departing figure with a malevolent glint in his eyes.

Lucius thought to himself: “Losing everything? Huh, I will show you what I got soon enough; no matter how much Morgan may love you, you will always be a cripple who can't even get up.”

Magnus returned to the bedroom and saw the girl sleeping soundly in the bed. Her petite face was flushed like an apple, and he gazed at her affectionately. Then, he stood up, removed his clothes, and lay down. With a gentle sweep of his large hand, he pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms.

In Natalia’s dreams, she felt a presence. She curled up, whispering in her sleep, “Magnus...”

His heart melted. He held her tighter and kissed her forehead, “Sleep, my sweet.”

Her petite body was so small and so delicate, it drove him crazy. This time he took her, and enveloped by her tightness, he almost lost control again.

The thought of their intimate moments drove him to the brink of insanity. He looked at her peaceful sleeping face, whispering to himself, “You chose this, my dear. No matter what happens, you are mine. I will keep you safe.”

The next day, Natalia opened her eyes, feeling sore all over. She immediately remembered what she and Magnus had done last night, and a sense of numbness crept into her heart.

God! She actually slept with Magnus.

She looked up, and nearly jumped out of her skin to see him hovering over her. His eyes were closed, and his breath came out in deep, even exhalations. His scent, that intoxicating masculine aroma, filled her senses. His eyelashes were impossibly long. She remembered him calling her "my wife" in the heat of passion.

Her entire face was red. But it wasn't her first time last night, he should have known that, he didn't ask her. This man sometimes was so gentle that it captivated people, and sometimes so cold that you couldn't even look at his face.

She gently extricated herself from his hold and attempted to head for the bathroom.

Magnus snapped his eyes open, catching sight of her fleeting figure. With a swift motion, he pulled her back into his embrace, “Sleep a little more.”