Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Ivan’s Fury

The music was approaching its final notes, the elegant rhythm slowing. Yet, the man never once broke his gaze from her, his eyes holding hers with a steady intensity every time they faced each other.

As the final notes of the music faded, Natalie, realizing she was running out of time, mumbled under her breath, "Justin?"

In that precise moment, the man gracefully twirled her away, sending her into a series of elegant spins. By the time she stopped, the music had ended, and when she looked back to find him, he had vanished.

The lights in the hall flashed on, momentarily blinding her as she squinted toward the exit. The mysterious man and his entourage were already making their way out.

She decided to follow him, but as Emcee announced, other couples flooded the centre of the hall and the music started.

’Damn!’ Knowing she wouldn’t be able to make it to the exit, Natalie hurried towards one of the balconies attached to the hall. Reaching it, her eyes immediately locking onto the group of people below. She watched as luxury cars pulled up in front of the group.

Natalie, still filled with doubt, pulled out her cell phone and dialed Justin’s number. If it’s him, he’ll have his phone on him. The phone rang several times before the call was finally answered.

"Ms. Natalie," Noah’s familiar voice greeted her.

"Where are you and where is Justin?" she asked, her eyes stuck to the man below and also wondering where Noah was. If this man was Justin, then Noah should be with him, but he was not.

"Ms Natalie, Mr Harper is busy but if there is any emergency I can let you talk to him."

"Yes. give him a phone," Natalie ordered and also watched a luxury car stop in front of that man and a bodyguard opened the door for him. ’It’s not Justin’s car.’

"Hmm?" She heard the familiar voice on the other side of the phone while at this moment the man she was watching had sat in the car.

’Am I mistaken. If this man is Justin, how can he answer me?’ "

Where are you," she asked anyway.

"Just finished some important matters. It ended early, so I’m heading back to our home," Justin replied smoothly. "Why? Missing me already?"

Natalie rolled her eyes. "Not exactly, just checking something."

"Or maybe you just miss me," he teased.

"My ass," she shot back.

"It’s beautiful to look at," she heard him chuckle softly.

Natalie’s eyes widened in shock. "You pervert!" She immediately hung up and watched those cars drive away.

Seems like I was wrong. But why can’t I shake the feeling? And if it’s not Justin, who spends two billion just for a dance with me?

At that moment, Mia came onto the balcony, her face full of playful curiosity. "My love, did one dance really make you chase after him? Feeling thrilled, aren’t you?"

Mia stopped abruptly, "Ivan Brown, watch your—"

Natalie squeezed Mia’s hand, silently telling her to stop.

She turned to Ivan, her expression calm but icy. "If you had asked any valid questions to me on our wedding day, I would have answered anything. But that time has passed. We have nothing to do with each other, and I am no longer obligated to explain anything to you," Natalie finished.

"You betrayed me, and you think you’re not obligated to answer?" Ivan shot back, disbelief and anger flashing across his face.

"Betrayed you?" Natalie repeated, her voice cold. "Yes, I did. So, what now? Do you want me to beg for your forgiveness?"

"You should," He spat out.

Natalie’s smirk deepened, her eyes narrowing. "And then what? You’ll leave your pretty fiancée and come back to the ’scandalous’ woman like me?"

Ivan seemed taken aback, unable to find a response.

Natalie, seeing his stunned silence, continued, "Instead of sticking your nose in my business, you should go back and comfort your fiancée. She must be crying over how miserably she failed tonight."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned her back on him, leaving him standing there, speechless.

Mia offered him smirk and caught up to Natalie. "That was awesome, Nat."