The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 49

Magnus took the elevator down to the ground floor of the Andersen Tower, where his butler Linden

immediately wheeled him towards the parking lot. As he smoothly glided out of the building, a woman

stood frozen by the stone pillars. Her gaze was fixated on the man seated in the wheelchair. He was

even more striking in person than in photographs.

Dressed in a sleek black suit, his long legs were resting on the footrest of the wheelchair, and his

handsome face was marked by a pair of dark, impassive eyes. He exuded an air of exclusivity, yet

there was something about him that was irresistibly intriguing. Despite being wheelchair-bound, he

carried an aura of regal authority.

He smoothly transitioned into a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and Linden closed the car door behind him. The

car pulled away slowly. The woman, Kendra, promptly hailed a taxi and trailed behind Magnus' car.

Linden, noticing the car tailing them, immediately heightened his alertness. "Sir, we're being followed,"

he warned.

Magnus, with his eyes closed, responded nonchalantly, "Let them follow. It's not a problem. Let's just

head home."

As they arrived at Maplewood Manor, Kendra got out of her taxi and approached the gatekeeper. But

she was immediately stopped by the security guard. "Miss, this is a private residence. You're not

allowed to enter."

Kendra glared at the guard. "I came here with Mr. Andersen."

"That's impossible. Mr. Andersen's car just went in. If you know him, why didn't you ride with him? I'm

sorry. You can't enter." The guard blocked her path.

Frustrated, Kendra raised her voice. "Open your eyes, I'm Magnus' wife!"

The guard was taken aback. "How can you possibly be Mr. Magnus' wife? His wife is at home. We've

all seen her."

Speechless, Kendra watched as Magnus' car parked by a house. A girl, clearly Natalia, rushed over

with a wheelchair and helped Magnus onto it. Magnus, seated on the wheelchair, held Natalia's hand

and they shared a loving laugh. Kendra was frozen, as if a sharp, invisible knife was rending her heart.

Natalia was such a bitch. The moment she got married, she started to seduce Magnus. Look how

happy she was living the life that was supposed to be her, Kendra’s!

Magnus' tenderness towards Natalia made Kendra's eyes glint with a dangerous glimmer. This was

Kendra's man, and she'd make sure Natalia knew it. With that, she left Maplewood Manor and took a

taxi back to the Clarkson residence.

Meanwhile, Magnus returned home and Natalia had already prepared dinner. "You must be hungry.

Let's eat, and afterwards I can massage your legs," she said.

Magnus, looking up at her, chuckled. "My dear, I could get used to this. Promise me that you won't

leave, no matter what happens. Okay?"

Natalia looked at his smiling, handsome face. "Magnus, I promise that until you can stand up again, I

will not leave you."

Magnus' face turned grave. "So, if I can stand again, you'll leave?"

"If you can stand and you still need me, I'll stay. If you don't need me, I'll leave. After all, I'm not really

your wife," she responded, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Listen, Natalia, I need you by my side for the rest of my life. Don't even think about leaving me once I

recover, understood?" He roared, his icy glare freezing Natalia in her tracks.

This caused Natalia to tear up. "Magnus, be reasonable. I'm not legally your wife. If you don't need me

anymore, why should I stay?"

With a "whooshing" sound, the man swept everything on the coffee table to the ground. His eyes were

dark, his body radiating coldness. "So you care about that piece of paper, okay then, I'll bring it back

tomorrow. Make you my wife in the eyes of the law."

Natalia could no longer hold back her tears. They streamed down her pale face. Who wanted his

paper! She was now in a dilemma! Even she herself didn't know what the future holds.

She turned to go upstairs, not wanting to see this man’s anger.

"Baby!" He called out just as she reached the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going? If you don’t want that paper, behave yourself. I'm tired, so stop

making a fuss." Magnus wearily sat down on the sofa. He pretended to be disabled so she wouldn't

leave. And now she was acting petulant. She’s not being a good girl at all.

"Come and sit here, I have to go out tonight." He extended a hand to her.

Natalia almost choked. She turned around silently and sat next to him. She didn’t know why, but she

felt quite upset these days.

"I'm not making a fuss, and I don't care about the paper. You go about your business. Don't worry about

me." She sat next to him, thinking about his legs, forcibly repressing the words she wanted to say.

Perhaps one day, when he could stand up again, his temper would naturally improve. After all, anyone

in a wheelchair for an extended period of time would become irritable.

Magnus sighed, pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. This tender moment left Natalia

blushing, and her heart pounding. She was falling, little by little, into his arms, even if it meant being a

substitute. She couldn't control her heart.

"Stay close to me, darling," he murmured. His voice was a low rumble that echoed in her ears like a Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

rolling thunder. "I'll take care of all your worries. But in return, I need you to be mine. Let yourself fall in

love with me, and then give yourself to me completely. What do you think?"

His words detonated in Natalia's brain, leaving her mind a blank canvas. He wanted her to fall in love

with him. What would happen if she did? Would he divorce Kendra and give Natalia a real home? His

gaze was steady and unwavering; there was no sign of deceit.

Besides, he had no reason to lie to her. She had seen in the newspaper over the past few days that he

had become the CEO of Andersen Corporation. Step by step, he was carving out his own path in life.