The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 425

Bianca had settled comfortably into Hector's home, tidying the villa until it shone with a welcoming warmth every day.

The flowers she had bought were tended to with such care that the backyard had transformed into a vibrant, miniature garden in full bloom.

She was profoundly grateful to Hector because it was only in this place that she felt like a person rather than an object to be traded to settle debts.

Bianca's thoughts were pure; she simply wanted to look after Hector's world as best she could because he had given her a new lease on life. Living leisurely in a villa like this was something she had never dared to dream of before.

On this particular day, Hector was at the office slogging through paperwork when he realized he had left a crucial document at home. He thought about calling Bianca to bring it over but then decided the walk back wasn't far and set off on foot.

Strolling by the familiar tree-lined path, Hector's mind wandered back to the sweet night when Natalia had agreed to be with him, a memory that had him practically jumping for joy at the unexpected, good news. But now, as expected, he and Natalia hadn't ended up together.

His past concerns were not unfounded; he and Natalia were just not meant to be.

Although he found Magnus unbearable, to the point of sometimes wanting to wring his neck, the way Natalia looked at Magnus told Hector he had already lost. Nothing could fake the silent understanding between lovers, and if Natalia found true happiness with Magnus, Hector would swallow his pride, keep his distance, and wish them well.

Lost in his thoughts, Hector hardly noticed he had arrived back at the villa.

When he first purchased the villa, his only concern was being close to Natalia, all other considerations secondary. The place used to be rather drab.

Hpwever, since rescuing the naive Bianca, the once gloomy villa had come to life, looking bright and tidy, and bathed in the shimmering light of spring.

Now, the scent of gardenias wafted through the air, taking Hector back to his college days with Natalia—those sweet, shared moments.

He pressed his finger to the biometric lock, and with a soft click, the door swung open. Ever since Natalia's close call, she had been obsessed with security, upgrading her home to biometric locks and, without consulting him, doing the same to Hector's.

Hector could only chuckle at Natalia's decisive actions—what could he do? As long as it made Natalia happy, changing the locks was nothing; he would've torn down the villa without hesitation if she asked.

With the knowledge of Hector's usual absence until the afternoon and no expected guests, she couldn't ignore the allure of taking a dip in the lavish pool.

Caught in her joyful play, she was startled by the sound of Hector's cough and looked up to find him, unexpectedly home, witnessing her aquatic frolic.

"Oh my God!" Bianca gasped, her mind racing, fearing Hector's reaction to her unsanctioned swim. She scrambled to the pool's edge, eager to get out.

Reaching the side, she faced a new dilemma—how could she exit in just her underwear without embarrassment?

Sweating with anxiety, Bianca fretted over what to do, fearing that Hector might send her away. As her panic surged, her leg cramped fiercely, nullifying every ounce of strength she had to swim. She found herself sinking helplessly to the bottom of the pool.

From the second-floor balcony, Hector's eyes widened in shock at the scene unfolding before him. He yelled out, "Bianca!"

But Bianca continued to plummet, oblivious to Hector's cries, unable to even wave for help. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Hector's heart raced. He flung open the sliding glass door and, without a second thought, dove into the crystalline waters below.