The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 508

In the half-light of dawn, he saw Gabby, bathed in a celestial glow, standing before him, reaching out her hand.

"Gabby... my... my baby..."

Grant's ashen face suddenly broke into a smile. After struggling to utter these words, he took his last breath, ending a life of sin.

Jonas felt Grant's head grow heavy, and in disbelief, he shook him violently. "Don't die on me! You haven't told me where my sister is! Come on, you bastard, tell me!"

But Grant was breathless, his body growing heavier and sinking into the depths of the sea.

The sounds of the ship's explosion still echoed over the sea. It seemed the military had unleashed their most severe thunderstrike to stop the fugitive.

Jonas slowly resurfaced. The red blaze before his eyes reflected off the sea, the heat unbearable. Around the shattered remains of the ship, dismembered bodies floated, emitting a nauseating stench.

Jonas looked around. The sea was endless. There was nowhere to moor.

After all he had endured, his strength was waning, and his eyelids were growing heavy. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and sleep. Jonas pinched himself hard, knowing that if he slept now, he would never wake up again.

No, he had to fight to survive!

Those bastards had actually blown up the ship. Didn't they know he was on board?

He had exhausted every effort and still hadn't found his missing sister. He couldn't afford to be lost. It would devastate his mom!

With this thought, Jonas, who had felt utterly drained, suddenly found a surge of energy. He swam with all his might, desperate to leave this sea of corpses. Bloodthirsty sharks lurking in the deep would soon be drawn to the scent.

After what felt like an eternity, Jonas spotted a piece of the blasted ship floating on the water. He hurried toward it, climbed aboard, and, feeling exhausted, looked up at the heavy night sky, whispering, "I'm sorry, Mom, I still haven't found her."

He didn't know if he would make it back alive. His small frame clung to the piece of wreckage, adrift on the sea...

*

In Hawaii...

Lately, Natalia had been bombarded with calls from Hector, becoming an impromptu full-time baby consultant.

"Yes, it's fine. Babies cry because they're hungry or tired, not necessarily because they’re sick."