The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 485

Magnus, that petty, conniving snake, was using his status as Natalia's husband to get his grubby hands on her freshly-drawn design drafts. The bastard shamelessly claimed them as his own without giving Hector as much as a dime!

Such a man was the epitome of shamelessness, the elite among the scum!

Had Hector not poured his heart out to Natalia about this blood-boiling injustice, she would have remained in the dark, thinking Magnus had generously shared the drafts with him.

By all that is holy! If it weren't for Natalia's sake, Hector would have already given that lowlife a black eye and a swollen face. Just looking at Magnus' smug face on camera made Hector's blood boil even more, itching to give him a piece of his mind.

Bianca sidled up to him and began gently massaging his back. "Calm down, will you? Didn't Natalia give you some exclusive drafts? Plus, | remember you saying they sold like hotcakes!"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Hector clutched at his heart in agony. "But if Magnus hadn't stuck his oar in, all of Natalia's designs would've been branded with NH International and made a killing once they hit the market!"

Bianca pursed her lips in disagreement. "But Nat's married to Mr. Andersen, after all. You know what they say, ‘Keep it in the family.’ She’s bound to let her own husband fill his coffers first."

That comment twisted Hector’s mouth in frustration. "You... you’re actually defending that jerk? Whose side are you on?"

Bianca, still massaging Hector's shoulders, played the peacemaker. "Come on, honey, shouldn't you be happy for Nat's success? | mean, she's amazing. She's got a golden touch—ugh!" Bianca's praise was cut short by a sudden gag. Her face turned ashen.

Hector, who had been stewing in his own anger, immediately rose from the couch, concerned. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Bianca sat down, pale and listless, waving her hand weakly. "! don't know...ugh...1 just..."

Her sudden nausea left her speechless, and she slumped on the couch, looking like a ghost of her former self. Panicked, Hector touched Bianca's forehead. "You're not feverish. Did you eat something bad? | think we should take you to the hospital.”

Bianca grabbed Hector's arm with a pitiful look. "I'm fine, let's not go to the hospital, okay?”

“No way, if you're sick, you need a doctor." Hector insisted, picked her up, and headed out. "Look at you; you've lost so much weight. You must have not been eating well!"

Bianca was nestled in Hector's arms. After gathering some strength, she hesitantly said, "Okay, hospital it is, but can | not get any shots?"

Hector couldn't help but laugh at her fear. "No can do, love. We'll do what the doctor says. Don't worry, I'm with you." He gently placed her in the car.

Hector sped towards the hospital in Hawaii, Bianca's discomfort evident despite the rush.

The hospital was bustling even at dusk. Holding the queasy Bianca, Hector quickly navigated through the lobby. Anurse swiftly registered them for a specialist, and Hector anxiously awaited the results of Bianca's examination. Soon enough, the doctor emerged. Hector crowded the doctor anxiously, "What's wrong with my wife?"

The doctor grinned at Hector. "Congratulations, sir. Your wife is pregnant."

"What?!" Both Hector and Bianca, fresh out of the examination room, were stunned.

Hector pressed the doctor, "Are you sure? Is she really pregnant?”

“Yes, am | really pregnant?” Bianca echoed in shock.

The doctor, slightly irked, reassured them, “I understand the excitement of new parents, but please, don’t doubt my expertise. We're professionals here.”