The Heiress Nobody Saw Coming (Natalie and Marcus) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Emma’s Dream of Being Marcus‘ Wife Was Shattered 

Marcus had long been dissatisfied with Natalie’s attempts to seduce him in order to marry him and take revenge on her ex–fiancé and Selena, the biological daughter of the Langley family. However, after this incident, his opinion of her changed slightly. 

After all, if she wanted to take advantage of him and marry him, all she had to do was seize the opportunity while he was drugged. 

But she didn’t. Instead, she showed nothing but contempt for him. In that fleeting moment, his mind had shamefully been filled with the image of that lone red mark on her body. 

Yet she had slapped him awake from those thoughts. 

Just thinking about it left a strange, unsettled feeling in his chest. He owed Natalie a favor. 

His face was dark, and his voice was cold and cutting. Every word he directed at Emma further humiliated her. 

Even Charles had silently taken two steps back. 

Even Charles had silently taken two steps back. According to Emma’s story, someone was hiding in Marcus‘ room. When he came upstairs, he had specifically knocked on the guest room door, but no one answered. He had also called Natalie, but she hadn’t picked up. 

So, he was certain Marcus had hidden Natalie inside his bedroom. His eyes roamed around the space. The bedroom was so large–where could Marcus have hidden her? 

The bed was immaculately made without a single wrinkle in the sheets. And judging by the two palm prints on Marcus‘ face, it was clear that things hadn’t gone smoothly in whatever happened. Who would slap the other party during moments of passion, after all? 

Judging from the force of those handprints, it seemed more like she had slapped him as if avenging her parents‘ death. And yet, Marcus didn’t seem to find anything unusual about it. He simply walked out of the room and started questioning Emma word by word about what right she had to barge into his room accusing him of infidelity. 

He felt no love for Emma, and therefore, no pity. If she had maintained her usual demeanor–polite, disinterested, and graceful–he wouldn’t have spoken so harshly. 

But Emma had crossed the line herself, and he had no reason to hold back. 

“Ms. Walker, our so–called engagement was nothing more than a joke between our mothers when they were both pregnant. I’m an independent person, and I will not let one casual comment dictate my life,” Marcus said coldly. 

“Marrying a woman I don’t love? I’d rather become a priest. I think that you wouldn’t want to spend your life in a marriage like that either–one where you are left alone every night, childless and unloved.” 

His lips barely moved as he spoke, his deep, magnetic voice landing like a hammer on Emma’s heart, each word making her blood run colder and colder. 

Sky, standing to the side, couldn’t take it anymore. He stepped forward and pulled Emma into his arms. 

“Marcus, aren’t you being too harsh?” 

He frowned, his sharp features imposing. He had the look of a natural leader, refined through years of experience since he took over William’s position at Walker Group at only 18 before graduating. His presence was impossible to ignore when he questioned Marcus. 

“Sky, the agreement when I asked you for medicine back in Balford was that I would pick it up myself. Yet you decided to have Ms. Walker deliver it instead, forcing me to turn around halfway. I appreciate her saving me time, but could you please inform me first next time? 

“I did not need Ms. Walker to deliver the medicine. Others may not know this, but surely you do, right?” 

Marcus‘ sharp gaze locked with Sky’s. Everyone in Dithoria State knew that Sky was fiercely protective of Emma. He knew that Marcus had no feelings for Emma but had continued to create opportunities for them to be alone together. 

“Emma is my sister. What difference does it make whether you owe me or her a favor?” 

“There is a difference,” Marcus replied coldly. “If it’s Ms. Walker’s favor, I’d rather not owe it. I asked for medicine from the Walker family–not from Ms. Emma herself.” 

“You-” Sky clenched his jaw in frustration. “Are you determined to burn bridges today?” 

Marcus smirked faintly, his words slow yet absolute. “I’m merely pointing out that a forced union won’t work. Ms. Walker is beautiful and talented. There’s no need to waste her time on me. As for the matter of me being drugged tonight, I will investigate thoroughly. 

“Sky, you had better hope this has nothing to do with the Walker family.” 

“You were drugged?” Sky’s expression darkened, his frustration giving way to shock. “Who would dare drug you in your own home?” 

“That’s a question for Ms. Walker.” Marcus‘ gaze fell sharply on Emma. “The maids in my household are carefully trained and vetted. In over 20 years, no one has ever dared to pull such a stunt. Yet, after Ms. Walker spent just one afternoon in my kitchen, I ended up drugged.” 

“Marcus!” Emma snapped, her voice trembling with fear and rage. “Are you accusing me of drugging you?” 

“Do you dare deny it?” 

“I didn’t! I didn’t do it! You’re slandering me!” Emma’s composure finally cracked. Her nails dug into her palms as she desperately fought back tears. She knew that no matter how vehemently she denied it, Marcus already knew it was her. 

But she absolutely couldn’t admit it. Her life would be ruined if she did. 

Charlotte had already found her biological daughter, leaving her with little leverage as it was. She couldn’t afford to let this incident tarnish her reputation any further. 

“I admit that I’ve always liked you.” She forced herself to lift her head, maintaining an air of poise and dignity. “I wanted Charles to formalize our engagement, so I’ve been trying to make a good impression. 

“Yes, I went to the kitchen, but only to help. The housekeeper and the maids can all vouch for me. No matter how much I like you, I’d never stoop so low to do something like drugging you.” 

“Is that so?” Marcus‘ response was brief, but it hit her like a knife. 

“Yes!” She clenched her fists tightly, her pale face unwavering. “If you don’t like me and want to break off the engagement, just say so. There’s no need to frame me like this.”