The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 515

James could sense the gravity of the situation. His voice dropped an octave. "Don't panic, I'm on my way back right now. Hang tight, and don't be scared."

With that, James whipped out his phone and dialed Magnus, "Magnus, Vivian's gone missing, Angela's a mess at home, and I need to fly back ASAP!"

Magnus, taken aback by the news, quickly agreed, "Go back home, James, and watch your back, okay?"

James fired up the plane's engines and swung it around, setting a direct course for the UK.

Meanwhile, under Magnus' leadership, the rest of the crew continued scouring the ocean for any signs of Jonas, but from dawn to dusk, there was no trace of him to be found.

Night fell swiftly, and Magnus reluctantly ordered a pause in the search, anchoring the boat near the shore. He set up a makeshift tent on the beach for Natalia to rest in. After settling everything, Magnus offered some food to Natalia. "Please eat something, baby. You haven't had a bite all day."

Natalia's eyes, swollen from crying, resembled peaches as she sniffled and shook her head. "I can't eat a thing."

Magnus sighed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking her along the shoreline. "Honey, I know you're worried about Jonas, but you need to keep your strength up. Trust me, he's probably stranded on some islet, waiting for us to rescue him. We’ll ramp up the search tomorrow."

Natalia nodded weakly, leaning on Magnus, her gaze lifting to the vast expanse of stars. "Honey, we've already lost our daughter. If we lose Jonas too, I don't see any reason to go on."

Magnus clutched her cold hand tightly and placed it against his chest in a solemn promise. "Darling, believe me, our son will be fine! No matter the cost, I'll bring him back."

Natalia nodded slightly, her exhaustion taking over as she drifted to sleep against Magnus. The day's events had left her utterly fatigued. Magnus turned to see the weariness on Natalia's delicate features and felt a pang of heartache. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her ear and held her close, staring out into the unfathomable sea.

“Jonas, I believe you'll make it back alive!”

*

Oakwood Manor.

In the dank dungeon, the stench was overwhelming. Jonas had been thrown in there by a vengeful Johanson.

The filthy water reached his waist, clinging to him with a nauseating slickness, while iron shackles bound his wrists with a chilling grip.