Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Enemies After Natalie

When Justin heard her mumbling, he responded, "Because this place belongs to some BusyBaron." Without warning, he lifted her into his arms effortlessly.

Natalie, startled, instinctively circled her arms around his neck and stared at him in shock. "So... you’re the BusyBaron?"

"Who else do you think has the power to buy the most expensive property in the city, right under the noses of all those wealthy families in the city fighting over it?" Justin replied, his tone smug. "At that someone new and mysterious from other city. Must be none other than Justin Harper."

Natalie nearly rolled her eyes at his blatant narcissism, but at the same time, she felt foolish for not piecing it together sooner. She had heard the buzz about someone from outside the city purchasing the property, a move that had bruised the pride of the city’s elite families.

The mystery buyer’s identity had remained a secret, and while she’d even worked on the property’s interiors, she had been too caught up in her own matters to suspect Justin.

As he carried her through the grand doors of the residence, she asked, "So you knew it was me you were talking to in emails? That I’m Carlie?"

"Not at first," he admitted casually. "But after I moved into your home, I saw what you were working on and figured it out."

"Why didn’t you tell me?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"At first, I thought you didn’t want to reveal your identity as Carlie," he explained. "Later, I found it amusing to keep emailing you without you knowing."

"So that night when I was sending emails to BusyBaron, you were sitting right in front me, replying to my emails?" She asked, frowning that she was played by this man.

"I must admit, it was amusing," he replied with a chuckle.

"You—" She pinched his shoulder in frustration, only to realize that pinching those firm, well-defined muscles was a futile effort. With a sigh, she gave up.

"Why not try biting instead?" he teased, clearly enjoying her exasperation. His strides were steady and effortless as he carried her up the grand staircase to the bedroom. "You bite really well, almost making me want to....umm..."

She clamped her hand over his mouth, cutting him off before he could finish his lewd thought. She swore she felt his lips curve into a wide, mischievous smile beneath her palm.

This man simply loves to tease me every chance he gets, Natalie thought.

Entering the bedroom, Justin placed her gently on the bed. She tried to sit up, but he stopped her with a firm yet gentle hand. "Lay down. I’ll take care of it."

Before she could protest, he held her feet and began removing her sandals. Natalie hesitated for a moment, then lay back on the bed, watching him as he sat at the edge, his hands holding her feet firmly but tenderly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, attempting to pull her feet away.

"Just close your eyes and sleep," he replied, ignoring her mild resistance as he began massaging her feet gently.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, her entire body relaxing as if this was exactly what she had needed. "You know," she murmured, her eyes growing heavy, "you’re so good to be real."