The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 50

Once Magnus’ leg healed, he was the center of attention. Natalia was just a speck of dust, insignificant

enough to act as a substitute.

She had nothing to say, so she simply nodded. "All right, I'll massage your legs for a bit. Are you going

out for dinner tonight?"

"Yep, I'm eating out. Trust me, darling." He gently tapped her forehead and rolled away in his

wheelchair. Linden immediately came out to open the mansion's grand doors, pushing the wheelchair

out.

Natalia watched the departing car, standing dumbfounded at the doorway. He had come back to tell her

that he wouldn't be home for dinner, but he could've just called. Why did he have to come back just to

leave again?

Natalia turned to walk back into the mansion. May had already prepared dinner. "Madam, dinner is

ready. You may dine now."

"Okay."

At the Clarkson mansion, Kendra pushed open the grand doors to see Kyler and Addison sitting on the

couch watching TV. She immediately walked over, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mom, Dad, I want my

marriage back. Please send Natalia away, I don't want her to replace me anymore."

Kyler looked at his daughter in shock. "Nonsense! You think it's a game? You refused to get married,

had your sister replace you, and now you want her to leave after she's married? What kind of daughter

are you?"

"Dad, I thought Lucius would be the CEO of Andersen Corporation. I didn't expect Magnus to come

back and take the position. How can I marry Lucius now? I'm meant to be a CEO's wife!"

Kendra started crying, and Addison pulled her close. "Don't cry, Kendra. Lucius may not be the CEO,

but he's the vice president. Marrying him would still bring you endless wealth and honor. As for

Magnus, he may be the CEO, but he's disabled. How can he be better?"

"No, Mom, he may be disabled, but I'm the one married to him. I'm his wife under the law, and now my

husband is busy with Natalia. I can't stand this!"

Kendra shouted out.

Kyler and Addison stared at her in disbelief; they couldn't believe these were the words of the daughter

they had cherished for over twenty years.

"Kendra, you were the one that made Natalia marry Mr. Magnus in your place, and now you're saying

this? Morgan is already furious, and he's only letting us off the hook because of Mr. Magnus. How long

are you going to keep this up? You think Morgan is playing house with you? You're being

unreasonable!" Kyler pointed at Kendra, yelling in anger.

"Dad, I'm not messing around, I regret it. I shouldn't have let Natalia replace me. I'm legally married to

Magnus. If I marry him, Mr. Morgan won't be angry, because he initially wanted me to marry Magnus.

Right?"

She recalled Magnus' tender smile towards Natalia, and she was filled with jealousy. Why should her

man be nice to Natalia?

Just as Kyler was about to say something, his phone rang. It was a call from Magnus.

He quickly answered, "Hello, Mr. Andersen."

Magnus paused. "Mr. Clarkson, you can call me Magnus. After all, Natalia and I are married. I need

you to do something for me right away."

"Okay, just say the word, Mr. Magnus."

"I want Kendra to bring her identification documents to the civil affairs bureau first thing tomorrow

morning to process the divorce. I trust this is something you can handle." He stated directly, leaving

Kyler stunned.

"This..."

"What? Isn't this what you've been scheming to achieve? If it wasn't for your disdain of me being

disabled, you wouldn't have had your younger daughter marry me in the first place. Once your younger

daughter got married, why did you use your older daughter's ID to register our marriage? Mr. Clarkson,

do you want me to marry both of them? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this is a law-abiding society. I

can only have one wife and right now, Natalia is my woman. I'd appreciate it if you could quickly sort

out this matter with your older daughter. You might not know this about me, but I like to resolve things

quickly. I don't like dragging things out. The sooner, the better!"

His words left Kyler's face flushed. It may not have sounded like much, but it was a jab at the Clarkson

family's attempts to curry favor with the Andersen family. It suggested that they were so desperate that

they'd be willing to marry off both their daughters to him.

As a respected figure in Melfort, the only person who'd dare speak to Kyler like this was Magnus. And

because Kyler was in the wrong, what more could he say? Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

In Magnus' low, firm voice, Kyler heard his finality. He nodded immediately. "Yes, yes, I'll do it. I'm sorry

for the trouble, Mr. Andersen."

Magnus paused, "I trust Mr. Clarkson is a reasonable man. I'll leave this matter in your hands."

"Alright... alright." Magnus hung up and Kyler looked at his wife and daughter who had been watching

him all this while. "Magnus has requested for the divorce to take place tomorrow!"

Kendra was taken aback, immediately standing up. "I won't divorce him. I absolutely refuse to." She

cried as she ran upstairs.

Kyler watched Kendra's retreating figure with anger. "It's not up to you. You made this mess. Who else

is there to blame?"

Kyler stood up and left the mansion after his words.

Kendra ran to her room and hid all her identification documents. She looked out of the window at the

trees. She thought, “Natalia, I will never divorce Magnus. If you think you can have happiness, you're

dreaming!”

She changed her clothes and went downstairs. "Kendra, where are you going?" Addison called after

her.

"I need some fresh air, Mom. I don't want to get a divorce."

"But Kendra, Mr. Magnus has already called. Your father has agreed. Don't be stubborn."

"Mom, even you're against me. I said I won't divorce him!" She ran out, slamming the door behind her.

Addison shook her head.

At the upscale club, Golden Groove, Lucius had reserved a private booth on the top floor, awaiting the

arrival of Magnus.

Meanwhile, in another booth, Magnus was finalizing a contract with property developer Mr. Dimas, in

the company of his trusted associate, Paul.

After an indulgent steak dinner, Mr. Dimas finally stood up. "Mr. Andersen, it was a pleasure doing

business with you. I look forward to our future collaborations."

It was 10 pm when the meeting ended. Magnus rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.

"Mr. Andersen, Mr. Lucius is waiting for you upstairs," Paul offered, ready to wheel Magnus to the top

floor to meet Lucius.

"It's late. Let's head home!"

"Of course, sir!"

Magnus left The Golden Jazz in his wheelchair, heading straight for the parking lot. Just then, an

unsteady young woman blocked his path. "Mr. Andersen, wait a moment, please."

Magnus frowned, looking at the woman before him. She was dressed provocatively. Her figure was

outlined by her revealing outfit. Her face was flushed, appearing intoxicated.

She stared at Magnus with a dazed expression, her eyes reflecting hurt. She swayed towards him, but

Magnus maneuvered his wheelchair backward. She fell onto his legs instead, and the overpowering

scent of her perfume nearly made him sick.

"Who are you?" he demanded, pushing her off.

He despised heavily made-up women like her. The sight of his friend James with women of this sort

always disgusted him. He preferred his fair lady, who was always clean, never wore perfume, and

naturally emanated a faint, pleasant aroma.