The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 83

Lance swung the car door open and Sabrina hopped out, thanking him before heading toward the NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

mansion. She intended to call out to Marian to go home and rest, but was startled to find a man seated

on their living room sofa.

As she pushed the door open, he slowly turned to her. They locked eyes and both froze.

The man was dressed in a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and his lengthy legs were crossed as he sat

in the middle of the sofa. His handsome face was marked by a pair of cold eyes. When he saw the girl

entering, a flicker of surprise shot through his eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly.

Sabrina was dressed in a mint green maxi dress that accentuated her slender waist, her shoulder-

length hair loosely draped behind her. Her bright dark eyes were fixed on the man on the sofa.

Carter was stunned. He had imagined this girl's face a thousand times in his mind. He hadn’t imagined

her to be so quietly elegant, radiating a sense of nobility. She was clearly a lady of high birth.

His heart skipped a beat.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Where's Marian?" Sabrina suddenly wondered if he

was an intruder. She had been living here for almost two weeks and hadn't encountered anyone else.

Suddenly, a stranger was in her house, and Marian was nowhere to be found.

The man on the sofa frowned, and his expression became even colder. Her house? He looked around.

Wasn't this his house? How had it become hers?

"I'm Carter Cliff. How have you been, Ms. Shaw?" His voice was deep and slow, spilling from his throat.

Carter Cliff? Sabrina's mind raced and she soon realized who Carter was: her unseen fiancé.

He had taken his sweet time to show up, hadn't he? And now he was pretending to care about her well-

being. He could mind his own business.

Sabrina stood her ground, glaring at Carter.

Sensing Sabrina's silence, Carter glanced at her, noticing the defiant look in her eyes. He was struck

by her anger; he hadn't said anything wrong.

He looked down at himself and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "What’s wrong, Ms. Shaw?

Haven’t seen a handsome man before? The one who dropped you off seemed okay." Carter paused,

slowly got up from the sofa, and walked toward Sabrina.

"I've been away for a few days, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused. I hope you don’t mind,"

he said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Clearly, he had left her to see if she would get angry.

Carter had a thought. If she felt lonely, she would call her grandfather for help. He had heard that her

grandfather cherished her more than his life; surely he wouldn’t let her suffer. Maybe he would even

take her back home.

Suddenly, Carter was standing right in front of Sabrina, studying her. Her skin was soft and delicate,

her eyes cast down, her long eyelashes fanning across her cheeks.

Sabrina had no intention of engaging him in conversation. She was planning to change her shoes and

head straight upstairs to bed, treating him like invisible. However, Carter was blocking her way like a

wall.

She lifted her head, her eyes locked with Carter’s, and she burst into a cold, sarcastic laugh, "Mr. Cliff,

in my eyes, there are no handsome men, only irresponsible jerks and cowards. Some people may be

good looking, but they act like children."

"You…" Cowards? Who was she insulting?

Carter was surprised by Sabrina's sharp tongue. This was a lady raised by the prestigious Shaw family.

How could she use such vulgar language!

Sabrina smiled as she passed him, leaving a trace of her perfume lingering in Carter's nostrils. He

stood at the entrance, watching as Sabrina walked upstairs without looking back. Her slim figure

disappearing, leaving his mind to wander.

Carter kicked the shoe rack by the door, cursing under his breath. He had been played by this little girl.

Great, just great.

He was already frustrated from dealing with the Melfort brothers; he didn't need to take it from this girl.

She had a man drive her home in the middle of the night instead of staying at home. It seemed like she

was trying to make him jealous even before they were married.

He didn’t care for her. She could do whatever she wanted.

But why was he so angry? He stormed upstairs, and seeing her door closed tightly, his temper flared.

This girl had no manners. She was living in his house and yet she was ignoring him.

He kicked open his bedroom door, slamming it shut forcefully, the sound echoing through the mansion

like a mini earthquake.

Sabrina sat on the bed with her eyes closed and heard the door slam. She discreetly opened a crack to

check. The hallway was quiet.

She covered her mouth and chuckled. If he was upset, he could call her grandfather and call off the

engagement, then she could go home. Humph!

This was how their rivalry began.

...

Days passed one after another as Magnus stayed busy with his work.

A few days later, Magnus returned late at night, and he gently undressed Natalia, their bodies

intertwining in a passionate and intimate dance.

Natalia came downstairs the next morning, feeling sore and tired.

Magnus, seated in the dining room, was enjoying his breakfast when he saw her. He flashed a warm

smile and called out to her in his rich, comforting voice, "Good morning, darling."

"Magnus, shouldn't you be at the office by now?" Natalia was surprised to see him still at home,

considering it was already late in the morning. Ever since Magnus had become the CEO of Andersen

Corporation, he was rarely seen at home apart from late at night.

Hearing Natalia's question, Magnus simply chuckled. Instead of answering, he motioned for her to join

him. "Come over here, baby."

Natalia was accustomed to his endearing nickname for her and his constant pampering. She didn't

protest. "Okay," she replied, seeing Magnus in such a mood and calling her "darling" in that intimate

tone, she obediently went over to him.

She had never expected Magnus to actually divorce Kendra and marry her. But so much time had

passed, and there was no news from Kendra's end. Magnus also didn't say their divorce was finalized.

Given Kendra's meticulous nature, if they were indeed divorced, Kendra would undoubtedly come to

make trouble for her. So, Natalia had no idea what the situation was and she didn’t want to ask.

As Natalia descended the staircase towards the dining room, her intention was to find a comfortable

chair to settle into and start her breakfast. However, as soon as she approached Magnus, before she

even had the chance to sit on the chair which a servant had pulled out for her, he reached out. Ignoring

the myriad of servants attending to him during mealtime, he simply pulled her into his embrace.

“Magnus, you…” Natalia was taken aback by his audacity. Early in the morning, in front of all the

servants, she found herself blushing at his bold actions.

She grumbled internally: Magnus, you rascal, you're so wicked. Always behaving this way, making

intimate gestures towards her in front of the servants. Can't he be a bit more considerate? Was he

aware that because of his constant antics, each time she chatted with the servants and his name came

up, they would snicker? It was becoming overwhelmingly embarrassing.