The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 8

Hah, he couldn't even last a day. There he was, just sitting and daydreaming. Magnus' handsome face

was as dark as the bottom of a pan.

"Send her back to the villa at once!"

"Yes, sir."

Linden approached the beach. "Ma'am, the master wants you in the study."

Natalia turned around. Did she have to care for him? Wasn't he the one who forbade her from

entering? Yesterday, she nearly got strangled when she tried to care for him.

"Linden, I thought Mr. Magnus didn’t want me to look after him?"

"Well... Ma'am, he is in a bad mood, you better not upset him. You just married into the family, so he

hasn't said anything." Linden looked into Natalia's azure eyes. Her innocent face didn't resemble

someone with ulterior motives.

"Alright." Natalia stood up and walked back to the villa, heading straight for the second floor. She gently

knocked on the study door.

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Natalia pushed the door open and saw a man reviewing documents by his desk.

He was dressed in a dark-toned shirt, lazily leaning on his chair. He looked so elegant and noble, it was

mesmerizing, if not for his cold demeanor.

"Mr. Magnus, you wanted to see me?" She stood three meters away from the expressionless man, not

daring to move any closer. Deep down, she was still bothered by the incident of him suddenly choking

her the day before. She could understand his irritation, which was normal for someone who had been

confined to a wheelchair for so long.

"What were you doing at the beach? Are you unhappy about marrying into this family?" He lifted his

sharp gaze, looking straight at Natalia as if trying to see through her.

Natalia shook her head. "No, I was just bored and decided to take a walk. Mr. Magnus, you can assign

me some tasks. I can do anything! It would also help kill time."

The man's icy gaze didn't show any warmth. "Kendra, stop pretending. You're a spoiled rich girl. What

do you want to do? Are you thinking of leaving? Or did Lucius send you to spy on me?"

He suddenly rolled his wheelchair forward, reaching her within two seconds. Natalia jumped in surprise.

She immediately took a step back, fearing that he might choke her again. His deep, narrow eyes were

like a whirlpool, threatening to suck her in.

"Whatever you're planning, it won't happen. From the moment we got married yesterday, you became

my wife, and even if you die, it will be on this island. As for being with Lucius again, you'll have to wait

for the next life!"

He was staring intently at her petite face. It was so delicate and enchanting but with a heart possibly

more poisonous than a snake's. He scoffed. "Oh, there's something else I forgot to tell you. Because of

my leg disability, we cannot consummate our marriage. Please get used to living like a widow here!"

His face suddenly turned terrifying, as the words of humiliation were spilling out of his mouth. "If you're

really desperate, I can satisfy you in other ways. But in this life, you and your thoughts can never leave

this island. So stop playing the victim, no one here will pity you!"

Natalia stared blankly at the man's rapidly changing expressions, digesting the harsh words he spat

out. Her face was flushing, then paling in turn. She suddenly started feeling pity for this man. What had

made him this bitter? Was it not because he and his brother were fighting over her sister?

Now Magnus had won “her sister," shouldn't he be happy?

"Mr. Magnus... I... I've never been unhappy. I'm more than willing to take care of you. Since I've married

you, I won't have any contact with others." For the sake of her father, she must not anger this strange

man.

Magnus looked at her big, clear eyes and her bewildered expression. He swallowed the words on the

tip of his tongue. "You want to take care of me?" He rolled his wheelchair forward and casually slid

open the glass door inside. "Clean up the bathroom in there, and then the bedroom. Clean them all!"

He turned to look at the petite girl standing next to him, a mocking smile on his face. Just how long

could she keep up this act? He had done his research on this spoiled rich girl who had lived a life of

ease, a life where everything was handed to her on a silver platter. After asking her to clean the

bathroom and tidy up the bedroom, he wondered if she would throw a fit.

Natalia smiled faintly and nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll get to it right away."

After saying that, she walked into the bathroom on her own, picked up a towel, and began cleaning.

Ten minutes later, he gently rolled his wheelchair to the bathroom to check on her. The girl was bent

over, wiping the sink with a towel. She was wearing a knee-length skirt.

Her two slender legs stood straight, and as she wiped, the skirt swayed up and down. The covered part

of her thighs was vaguely visible under the skirt. Magnus was stunned, and there was a sudden

dryness in his mouth!

Shit! He immediately turned around and rolled his wheelchair away. Thinking about how her little hand

had touched him down there yesterday, a heat rose in his lower abdomen!

Damn it! What was happening to him? He was actually fantasizing about this woman. He had never

thought about women in all these years. Even though she was his wife, he would not forget that he had

married her to take revenge on Lucius.

He would make her suffer, and make Lucius wish he were dead!

This was just the beginning. In a few days, Lucius would surely come to the island to settle the score.

The real drama was yet to come.

Without any delay, he rolled his wheelchair out of the study and made a phone call.

In no time, a black car slowly pulled into the villa. A man, wearing sunglasses, stepped out of the car

and walked straight into the living room.

"Magnus, I heard you got married yesterday? How come, even the bride is hidden away from us like

this?" The man sat down on the couch, and with a wide grin on his face, he looked at the man in the

wheelchair, tapping the back of the sofa with one hand. "Why the urgency to call me here? Are you

unsatisfied with your new marriage? Hmm?"

Magnus glared at the man on the couch, laughing like a demon, wishing he could run over and wipe

that smug expression off his face.

"Get to Golden Groove now!" The man rolled his wheelchair towards the exit.

The man on the couch quickly followed him. "Hey, hey, Magnus, at least let me catch a glimpse of the

bride before we go. Carter and the others haven't even seen her."

But the wheelchair silently left the living room, rolled onto the beach, and stopped next to a car.

Magnus suddenly stood up from the wheelchair, casually opened the car door, and climbed in. The

man behind him quickly looked back to make sure no one was watching, before hurrying to the driver's

seat. He started the car. "Why did you get in the car yourself? If someone sees..." He glanced back at

Magnus, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pan and decided to bite his tongue.

After the car left the beach, all that remained was a solitary wheelchair, swaying in the sea breeze.

Upstairs, Natalia stepped out of the shower, drying her hands on a towel. She looked at her handiwork

and smiled, satisfied with the result. These were tasks she had been doing since she was a girl. Surely,

they weren't too much for her now?

She turned around and quietly pushed open the door to the bedroom.

What met her gaze were deep blue curtains, and a matching bedspread, neatly spread out on the king-

sized bed. The bed was so large, it took up nearly half the room.