The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 22

Natalia was trembling all over, quaking with fear. The man's large hand was firmly clasping her slim waist, the other hand wandering over her body. Natalia struggled with all her might, but the man remained unmoved. He then parted her legs, intruding her.

Natalia's throat was hoarse from screaming. She was exhausted, bur she cried out helplessly again, "Dad, help! Hector, save me!"

Hearing her scream, the man's grip tightened, his chilling gaze peering from behind the mask, showing a destructive glint. He pinned the girl down, ruthlessly entering her.

"Ahh!" Her scream pierced through the lightning-filled night, but the thunder continued to roll, and the lightning intermittently illuminated the mask in front of Natalia, which turned gray in Natalia's desperate eyes.

The intense pain felt like she was being torn apart. "Save me, Magnus." The girl's tears stained her pale face. After her final plea, she passed out from the pain.

Hearing her last call, the man was taken aback. He looked down at the girl who was as pale as a snowflake, her color fading, falling pitifully. His heart throbbed painfully. Half of his rationality returned instantly.

He suddenly removed his mask, his chiseled face staring coldly at the girl beneath him, as he involuntarily kissed her pale, chapped lips. The girl’s sweetness instantly quelled his raging anger. But a sudden thought turned his cold gaze icy again.

If she wanted to be a replacement, she should be ready for his game. Then he ruthlessly went back to fucking the unconscious girl.

Outside, the storm raged all night, and the man in the bedroom was like a runaway stallion, claiming the girl beneath him, again and again. The taste of her was surprisingly addictive and he couldn't stop. His twisted heart found peace at that moment. He was actually relieved that this girl wasn't Lucius' woman.

As the sky started to lighten, the thunderstorm gradually subsided. The man finally rose and walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out. He glanced at the unmoving girl on the bed, and the crimson stain beneath her. Then he turned to leave the bedroom.

The next day, sunlight poured through the pentagonal window, and the girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes. Her body felt like it had been run over by a truck, the pain making her gasp.

Was it all just a nightmare? But her nightmares over the years hadn't been like this. The burning sensation told her that it was all too real.

But who was it last night? Why would they violate her? This was Magnus' territory; it was impossible for anyone so audacious. Could it have been Magnus last night? No, it couldn’t be him. He was wheelchair-bound due to his disability, how could he "walk" up to her?

Natalia closed her eyes in despair. She had lost everything. Her body was violated, and there was no turning back. She was destined to live and die on this island alone. Tears slowly rolled down her pale face.

Natalia allowed herself to cry for just this one time. After she had cried, she needed to continue with her life, even if it felt like hell. After all, it was her choice.

That day, Natalia stayed in her room and didn’t move from the bed. May couldn't bear to see her like this and brought her meals to her room. Natalia only managed to eat a little bit in the evening.

Meanwhile, the man in the other bedroom hadn't slept all night. After his irrational possession of the woman last night, he had calmed down.

What was he doing? He had actually violated her. When he found out she wasn't Lucius' woman and that she had conspired with others to deceive him, he wanted to possess her.

Back in his room, he kept thinking about their passionate moment. Her beauty and the gripping  pussy was driving him crazy.

He never planned to marry Kendra, and he was even more relieved that this girl was not Lucius' woman. But to be manipulated and deceived like this, he wouldn't let it slide. In his world, being bullied meant being weak. He had been weak for nine years, and he didn't want to be weak anymore.

Linden left the room, and he began to slowly flip through the materials in his hand: Natalia, 20 years old, a second-year student at Melfort College, majoring in design.

In the head shot photo, she was smiling sweetly. Her white teeth were neatly arranged, her blue eyes as pure as water, and she looked very beautiful when she smiled. But he had never seen her smile. Hehe, marrying for her sister for the sake of raising her. These were tricks in TV dramas and novels, and she actually believed them.

He gently put down the information, looking at the sunset that was slowly falling. He thought to himself, “Natalia, since you are already my woman, I won't let you suffer anymore, even if you are a substitute.”

At this time, the study door was knocked again. He swiftly turned around, thinking it was Natalia, because every evening was her mandatory physical therapy session for him. But it wasn't her, it was May. His handsome face immediately went grim.

"Mr. Magnus, ma’am hasn't eaten anything all day. Is she sick?"

His man's face darkened instantly. Wasn't it just last night they had sex? Was there really a need for her to starve herself, feigning illness? This girl really didn't appreciate his leniency. He hadn't blamed her for deceiving him, yet she resorted to such dramatics.

"Let her be." He didn't believe she would keep starving herself. Did she want to die of hunger? Was she trying to repay his kindness or continue with her act?

For two straight days, Natalia hadn't stepped out of her room. She barely ate anything, spending her time on the balcony, staring out at the sea. There was a desolate look on her face, making her look as if she was contemplating ending it all by diving into the waves.