The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 478

Gabby's laughter broke through her sobs, and tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably. It felt like cosmic retribution for all the wrongs she had committed in her life.

Natalia, Magnus, the tears you shed searching for your daughter are now mine to cry. It's my own doing. My own fault.

Lucius, I despise you! If you hadn't callously thrown Anna and me out, how would I have ended up in this mess?

Her lips bled under the pressure of her teeth as the hatred seeped into her very bones. If she could, she would leave this cruel world behind. But not yet. Not now.

Now she had Anna, and she would die before letting her daughter stay trapped in this hell.

When Gabby stopped resisting with a tear-streaked face before him, Grant felt a twinge of pity, but the girl beneath him had touched his soul. He wanted her, wanted to shield her from the world. With that thought, he lowered his head and kissed her again, finding his way, claiming Gabby.

Grant vented on her, lost in his madness for her. The sight of Gabby, a drifting leaf under him, made him feel as if he was ascending to heaven. This woman was unlike any he'd ever encountered.

Gabby lay rigid on the cold floor as Grant took her in countless ways. Afterward, he cleaned her up and took her to the bed for another round of sex. Her heart silently bled from the humiliation, but for Anna, what choice did she have but to endure these indignities?

“Anna, Anna, your mom's a terrible person, unworthy to ever face your biological parents again.”

“I'm sorry, Anna.”

The night dragged on, dark and bleak, the wild sex inside the house continuing, too distressing to witness.

Grant was lost in his frenzy, unable to stop all night, even as Gabby passed out several times, only to awaken to his relentless conquest.

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Hawaii.

Ever since her last visit to the States to see Jonas, Natalia's spirits had visibly lifted. Her smile returned, her complexion brighter than before. Of course, Magnus deserved credit for that. Whenever he wasn't busy, he'd cling to Natalia, leaving her no time for brooding thoughts.

After that time when Richard had Natalia paint his portrait, which left Magnus green with envy, he'd insisted she draw him a portrait upon his return from the States and demanded a new one every day.

That rascal, Richard, persuaded his lady to sketch him. What was the big deal? Magnus could be her model every single day!

Natalia found Magnus' childish antics exasperating yet endearing, obliging him with daily portraits and gradually taking pleasure in the task.

Magnus' features were unquestionably handsome, and when she drew him, her love for him bled into her work, making the portraits of Magnus even more lively and charismatic.