Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Marking His Territory

’Burn it? Really? What on earth is he thinking?’

Natalie fumed, feeling both irritated and bewildered. She grabbed her phone, determined to call Justin and give him a piece of her mind. She was still reeling from the embarrassment of having to beg him to sleep in her bed, but now this—ordering her bed to be burned? _{freewёbnoνel.com}

’Is my bed so lowly in his eyes that he couldn’t even spend one night on it?’ frustration bubbling inside her.

Just as she was about to dial Justin’s number, she paused, remembering that he hadn’t even bothered to reply to her message from earlier. ’Am I that insignificant to him, or is he looking down on me after reading my message?’

Annoyed, she decided to call Noah instead. The assistant picked up promptly, his voice professional. "Ms. Natalie..."

"Has your boss lost his mind? He’s replacing my bed and ordering people to burn it!" she snapped, her anger spilling over.

There was a pause on the other end, and then Noah, clearly startled, replied, "Ms. Natalie, those are Mr. Harper’s orders. We’re required to follow them."

"Tell him to stop being ridiculous!" Natalie growled.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Natalie, but you’ll need to speak with him directly. He should be arriving there shortly," Noah replied curtly, clearly not wanting to get further involved.

Natalie hung up the call angrily. ’That jerk! That bed was something I chose with so much love!’

She turned back to the workers, who had already dismantled everything and were preparing to carry the pieces outside. Her heart sank as she looked at the familiar pieces of furniture.

"Wait," she called out, her tone softening as she looked at the bed with longing. "Don’t burn it. You can take it with you and use it yourselves, but please don’t destroy it."

The delivery in-charge shook his head apologetically. "I’m sorry, Ms. Natalie, but we have to follow Mr. Aiden’s orders."

Natalie huffed in frustration as she watched the workers take away her beloved bed and replace it with the new one Justin had ordered. Everything was changed—mattress, bedsheets, pillows, blankets, and duvets. It was as if the room had undergone a complete transformation, leaving no trace of her original choices.

’This man is extreme,’ she sighed, her irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. ’Thank God he’s not my real husband. He’d drive me to my last days by angering me to death now and then.’

Natalie’s gaze shifted to the perfectly arranged bed, and a new wave of determination surged within her. ’Let him come home, and I won’t show him any mercy. He thinks he can walk all over me? Not this time.’

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Soon enough, Justin arrived home, feeling excited at the thought of seeing Natalie’s fuming face. Noah had informed him about how angry Natalie sounded on the phone and told him to be cautious.

But being cautious wasn’t in Justin’s plan or how was he going to enjoy his favourite past time of riling her up.

He rang the bell, and sure enough, Natalie opened the door, her expression cheerful on the surface but with eyes that were practically shooting daggers at him.

’If only looks could kill,’ he thought, amused.

"Finally, you’re back," she said in a tone that was overly pleasant, though her eyes glinted with a murderous intent. "I was waiting for you."

Justin could tell that if it weren’t for her grandpa, she would have slammed the door in his face. Seeing her suppress her anger with that forced smile only made the moment sweeter. He couldn’t resist pushing her buttons further.

"Did you miss me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock affection.

Natalie was momentarily caught off guard by his words, but concluded he was simply putting on a show for Albert.

’This man is dangerous to my senses.’ She took a deep breath, regaining her focus.

His words left her stunned, her mind scrambling to process the sharpness of his retort. ’What does he mean by this? And why is he making it sound like I am cheating on him? What the hell is going on in his head?’

She stammered, trying to regain her composure. "W-Whatever it is, you can’t just order them to burn it! Those things were expensive, carefully chosen by me. I could have resold them—"

Justin stepped even closer, his towering presence overwhelming as his gaze bore into hers.

"There’s no way someone else will use that bed you’ve slept in," his voice cold, yet commanding. "And I won’t allow you to keep it, knowing it was meant for another man. The only thing I’ll offer is the leftover ashes of those things. If you want, I can tell them to pack them up for you."

Nervous under his commanding aura, she instinctively stepped back, trying to regain control over herself. ’I can’t let him control my life like this.’

"You... You rich people have no sense of the value of money!" she stammered. "How dare you decide on your own to not just take my things but burn them?"

"I’ve made it clear that I don’t like using something that’s meant for others," Justin cut her off, his voice deep and unwavering, completely taking control of the conversation. He leaned closer, his face now inches from hers. "I like to have my own things, done my way. And when I’m with you, don’t even think about another man being in that bed, or anywhere near this home. I don’t care how many men you’ve been with before in the Xyron city, or how many nights you’ve spent with that loser Ivan Brown. When I’m here, this place belongs to me—and me alone."

Natalie’s breath hitched, her heart racing as he acted more like a territorial wild animal who could not tolerate others in his marked territory, so possessive and domineering.

’Why is he acting like this?’ Her mind spun, trying to make sense of his sudden dominance. It felt as though he was marking his territory.

"Understood?" He asked again.

She quickly stepped back, her face flushed as she averted her gaze, trying to shake off the overwhelming emotions. "You’re crazy... saying such senseless things. Moron!" and darted out of the room, desperate to escape his overwhelming presence.

Justin chuckled at her reaction as if he got what he wanted and turned to look at the bed. ’Not bad. This seems like a perfect sleeping arrangement now.’

He grabbed the fresh clothes and went to the bathroom, a light smile painting his lips. For some reason, unsettling her felt like the most natural thing in the world, and it left him with a strange sense of contentment.