Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Vincent’s Demand

"So, what do you want me to do?" Vincent asked casually.

His words pulled Natalie out of her thoughts. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to drag this Aiden Hendrix—or Shaw, whatever he calls himself—to you? Or would you prefer to come with me and personally press a gun to his temple?" His tone was so nonchalant it was as if he were talking about a stroll in the park.

"There’s no need to do anything," Natalie said firmly. "I’ve already found him."

"Found him?" Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Did he come to you on his own?"

"Yes, and we’re together now. So stay out of it. You’ve done enough." Her tone was dismissive, signaling the end of the conversation.

Vincent’s expression darkened, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "After making me work for you, you dare to dismiss me like this? Are you taking me for granted because I’ve given you some freedom? Do you want me to take you back to Xyros right now?"

Natalie swallowed hard. Despite his usual care and gentleness toward her, she was all too aware of the darker side of Vincent—the one she had no intention of provoking.

"What do you want to do, then?" she asked carefully. "You can stay in this city and... have some fun."

"Oh, I will," Vincent replied with a smirk. "But first, I want to meet your husband in person. Once I see him..." He paused, the smirk widening. "...I’ll be good to him."

Natalie’s heart sank. The idea of Vincent meeting Justin—or Aiden—was alarming. She couldn’t allow that to happen.

"You don’t need to," she said quickly, trying to dissuade him.

"But I want to," Vincent replied, his tone firm. "If I see that the reason I let you go isn’t good enough—that he’s not suitable for you—you’re coming back with me to Xyros. No arguments."

Natalie clenched her fists in frustration, but she knew better than to challenge him outright. She needed to think fast to prevent Vincent from crossing paths with Justin—or worse, Aiden.

"You gave me three years, and only two have passed, so..." Natalie began, her tone defiant.

"You’ve failed miserably in these past two years," Vincent interrupted coldly. "Do you really think another year will make a difference?"

"It already has," she snapped back, anger flaring in her voice. "Aiden and I—we love each other. I’ve decided to spend my life with him."

Vincent’s expression didn’t waver. "That remains to be seen. I trusted you with Ivan, and I was wrong," he said flatly. "I didn’t invest my time in you just to watch you fall into the hands of idiots. I’m the only man who is suitable for you, and you’ll realize that soon enough."

"I never—" Natalie began, but he cut her off sharply.

"Dare say that?" His voice was calm, but the underlying menace was clear.

Natalie felt headache coming her way. Were her current troubles not enough that another one added to it, just at the worst moment?

This man will never let things go. Vincent wouldn’t leave until he met her supposed husband and confirmed her love was genuine.

When Vincent had allowed her to leave Xyros, it had been on the condition that she had three years to find her true love. If she failed, she had promised to return to him.

Now, she was stuck. Letting Vincent meet Justin as her husband seemed the only plausible option because introducing him to Aiden Shaw was out of the question. But the thought of Vincent and Justin meeting made her heart almost jump out of her chest.

If Vincent acts like this in front of Justin, calling her sweetheart and showing all his rights over her as if he owned her, she was sure these two will be at each other’s throats, she thought grimly. And one of them won’t exist anymore.

She buried her face in her hands. What am I going to do? The frustration welled up, and she resisted the urge to scream. Why is my life such a mess?

Just then, the door of the meeting room opened, and Mia entered. "What’s going on, Nat? Why does everyone outside look so tense, and why did they even dare to stop me from coming in—" Her words trailed off as her gaze landed on a tall, silver-haired man lounging on the couch. "Hmm? Is he a new actor you’re poaching, Nat?"

Vincent chuckled, his lopsided smile making him look both charming and unsettling at the same time.

Mia blinked, caught off guard by his tone, while Natalie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. This day just keeps getting worse, she thought grimly.

Mia’s eyes widened as she stared at it. "H-How did you get this? I thought it was discontinued ages ago." _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

Earnest request? Natalie frowned, her imagination painting a vivid picture of Vincent holding a gun to the company owner’s head. Exactly Vincent’s style of persuasion.