The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 477

Gabby was clueless about the looming storm. After a long day’s toil on the farm and a meagre dinner of bread and stew, a knock at the door broke the evening silence.

It was pitch dark outside; who could be visiting at this ungodly hour? Gabby called out, "Who's there?” "The landowner demands your presence immediately," came the terse reply from the other side.

Ashiver of worry for her daughter, Anna, raced through Gabby’s spine. She swiftly opened the door. "Alright, lead the way, quickly please."

The man nodded and started guiding Gabby through the farm’s labyrinthine paths. “Has something happened to my daughter, Anna?" Gabby asked, her voice tinged with unease. The guide didn’t respond and only quickened his pace.

Something felt off to Gabby. This wasn’t the usual route to the landowner’s quarters. She halted and began confronting him, "Hold on, this isn't the way to the landowner's. Where are you taking me? Speak now, or I'll go no further."

The man turned back impatiently, glaring at Gabby. "Just follow, will you? Spare me the chatter, or do you fancy a whipping?" He brandished a leather strap he was holding.

Gabby’s whole body ached at the sight. She was all too familiar with the sting of that strap, having been on the receiving end when she first arrived for work and was clumsy.

The farm had its enforcers, ready to lash out at a moment's notice, no questions asked. Even a bad mood could justify a beating here. One had to silently endure, for human life was worth less than a dog’s in this place; the very notions of equality and freedom were a luxury.

So, when Gabby saw the strap, she didn’t ask another question and followed the man. She lowered her gaze in submission.

They arrived at an opulent mansion. Gabby wondered if the landowner indeed wanted to see her; only a few could afford such luxury here.

"Get in, the landowner is waiting!" The man snapped, gesturing with his whip. Gabby, frightened, scurried toward the grand house.

Inside, ornate carvings and gaudy decorations screamed of the owner’s vanity and ignorance. Gabby silently judged the extravagance and wondered why the landowner would summon her at this hour.

The mansion was eerily quiet. "Anna? Anna, mommy's here," Gabby called softly as she walked deeper inside, but Anna was nowhere to be found.

Panicked and lost, Gabby felt an urge to flee but couldn’t remember the way out. Suddenly, a shadow lunged at her, knocking her to the ground.

Dazed, she looked up to find a man sniffing her neck with lust. "Ah! Who are you? What do you want? Let me go!"

It was Grant, the landowner's right-hand man, who had leered at Gabby earlier. He felt entitled to any woman he desired, and now, freshly bathed and eager, he had ordered Gabby to be brought to him.

"I'm Grant, the young master of this place. | want you as my woman. Agree, and I'll spare you the fields and shower you with riches," he said, inhaling her scent.

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As he stripped her, his eyes blazed with desire.

Gabby, desperate and defiant, would rather die than be dishonored. But Grant anticipated her suicidal intent and thwarted it. His threats turned sinister, mentioning Anna.

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Tears streaked down Gabby's cheeks, twin rivers of despair as she glimpsed at what seemed to be her personal inferno laid out before her.

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And now, here she was, facing the prospect of her dignity being trampled by some stranger, a man she didn't even know.

Karma! This was nothing but brutal, biting karma!