The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 478

Gabby's laughter broke through her sobs, and tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably. It felt like cosmic retribution for all the wrongs she had committed in her life.

Natalia, Magnus, the tears you shed searching for your daughter are now mine to cry. It's my own doing. My own fault. Lucius, | despise you! If you hadn't callously thrown Anna and me out, how would | have ended up in this mess?

Her lips bled under the pressure of her teeth as the hatred seeped into her very bones. If she could, she would leave this cruel world behind. But not yet. Not now.

Now she had Anna, and she would die before letting her daughter stay trapped in this hell.

When Gabby stopped resisting with a tear-streaked face before him, Grant felt a twinge of pity, but the girl beneath him had touched his soul. He wanted her, wanted to shield her from the world. With that thought, he lowered his head and kissed her again, finding his way, claiming Gabby.

Grant vented on her, lost in his madness for her. The sight of Gabby, a drifting leaf under him, made him feel as if he was ascending to heaven. This woman was unlike any he'd ever encountered.

Gabby lay rigid on the cold floor as Grant took her in countless ways. Afterward, he cleaned her up and took her to the bed for another round of sex. Her heart silently bled from the humiliation, but for Anna, what choice did she have but to endure these indignities?

“Anna, Anna, your mom's a terrible person, unworthy to ever face your biological parents again.” “I'm sorry, Anna.” The night dragged on, dark and bleak, the wild sex inside the house continuing, too distressing to witness.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Grant was lost in his frenzy, unable to stop all night, even as Gabby passed out several times, only to awaken to his relentless conquest.

Hawaii.

Ever since her last visit to the States to see Jonas, Natalia's spirits had visibly lifted. Her smile returned, her complexion brighter than before. Of course, Magnus deserved credit for that. Whenever he wasn't busy, he'd cling to Natalia, leaving her no time for brooding thoughts.

After that time when Richard had Natalia paint his portrait, which left Magnus green with envy, he'd insisted she draw him a portrait upon his return from the States and demanded a new one every day.

That rascal, Richard, persuaded his lady to sketch him. What was the big deal? Magnus could be her model every single day!

Natalia found Magnus' childish antics exasperating yet endearing, obliging him with daily portraits and gradually taking pleasure in the task.

Magnus’ features were unquestionably handsome, and when she drew him, her love for him bled into her work, making the portraits of Magnus even more lively and charismatic.

Each time she finished, Magnus would have the portraits framed with care and had even dedicated a whole room to display them. Still he felt something was missing, and after pacing the room for days, he realized what it was.

The room was filled with his own images, but Natalia's were absent. How lonely would that seem!

Determined not to let his lady feel neglected, Magnus decided he would fill a wall with Natalia's portraits, capturing her essence just as she had his. However, painting wasn't a skill one could master overnight, not even for a genius like Da Vinci, who had to start with the basics.

Magnus’ foray into art was challenging, to put it mildly...

“Honey, are you sure this looks like me?" Natalia asked, holding the latest sketch that featured a woman with long hair but with a comically disproportionate face.

Magnus nodded earnestly. "Yes, doesn't it? It's the spitting image of you." Natalia nearly choked. "Honey, can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me that this... this monstrosity is how you see me?"

Magnus quickly offered a smile. "Of course not! My dear, you are the epitome of beauty to me. Every smile intoxicates me. Your flaws, your grace, and the pout when you're annoyed, you're the most beautiful in my heart..."

"Stop!" Natalia couldn't help but laugh. "Can we have a serious conversation? We're supposed to be discussing this portrait, and now you're kissing my ass?"

Wrapping his arms around her slender waist, Magnus cooed an apology, ‘I'm just tryin ve meke\\ eyes facrnany U look less thn perfect. You know I've only been practicing for a few days, so how can | capture your likeness as you do mine? | think | have no talent for this." Please read the original content at .

With a sigh, Magnus feigned a look of defeat.

Natalia, worried she'd hurt his pride, earnestly reassured him, "You're doing great, really. You've only been at it for a short time. Look at your first drawing and this one; it's a vast improvement."

“Really?” Magnus’ lips curled into a barely contained grin. "So you admit my drawings of you are getting to look more and more like you?"

Natalia shook her head firmly. "| take back what | said!" "Oh, you dare mock me?" Magnus began to tickle Natalia playfully.

"Stop, stop!" she laughed uncontrollably, which was her weakness. “Alright, alright, | admit you're the best; your drawings are the most accurate. Is that enough?"

Magnus' laughter mingled with hers as they continued their playful banter, basking in the comfort their dove.)

" at's Ae ike@ Vutte finally getting the hang of it." Magnus chuckled as he wrapped his arms around Natalia. Their gazes locked in a deep, affectionate stare. Please read the original content at .

Gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Magnus’ voice grew huskier. "Darling, you are breathtakingly beautiful."

Flushed from the laughter they had shared moments before, Natalia felt a warm tingle as she became acutely aware of Maanysayawifg desires passed Sgelnst her. Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson, almost as if stained with the juice of summer berries. Feigning indignation, she playfully tapped Magnus' chest and exclaimed, "You pervert!" Please read the original content at .