The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 2

The sleek black Rolls-Royce cut through the guardrail, somersaulting in mid-air before plunging into the

ocean, causing a massive splash... Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Natalia!"

Magnus watched as the car drifted into the sea like a speck of dust. He roared, his eyes almost

popping out of his sockets. His vision blurred as he swerved his car to follow, but he collided with the

hefty steel columns of the overpass, bouncing back, and getting wedged between the barriers and the

column.

As Natalia's car sank deeper into the sea, water filled her ears, mouth, and eyes. A wave crashed into

the wreck, sweeping her out through the shattered window. She could hear her sister Kendra's laughter

echoing in her ears. "Natalia, you deserve this! Only your death can restore my marriage. How dare

you take the man who rightfully belongs to me!"

She closed her eyes, and the image of Magnus' pained and remorseful face surfaced in her mind. "Nat,

don’t leave me! You promised to be with me for life. Have you forgotten?" Had she made such a

promise?

Then her mother, Addison's tear-streaked face appeared. "Natalia, give your sister her man back. You

can't do this. Have you no shame?" Really? It was them who had insisted she married that man, and

now they were accusing her of stealing her sister’s man!

“Nat, come with me. You don’t belong here. I’ll take you to meet your birth mother. She thinks about

you every day!” She saw Callum’s hopeful gaze.

“Natalia, I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes. Can’t you see, he doesn’t love you? Why else

would he be with another woman while you were pregnant! He’s not worth it, Natalia!”

She didn’t belong here, and it wasn’t worth staying. She had to go, but all she wanted was to be with

her child. She was ready to leave.

Finally, she felt free. She was off to another world, to be with her child. Goodbye, Magnus! Goodbye,

Dad! Goodbye, Hector! Goodbye, Cal! Her body slowly sank to the ocean floor... and she could almost

see her child smiling at her.

...

Flashback to a year ago.

In Melfort, the Andersen family and the Clarkson family were preparing for a wedding. It was supposed

to be Lucius’s engagement to Kendra, but the groom was suddenly changed to Magnus.

“Dad, why? Wasn’t I supposed to be engaged to Lucius? Why is it now Magnus? I won’t marry that

cripple!” Kendra, the young lady of the Clarkson family, cried out in their mansion.

“Kendra, I’m helpless. Initially, it was Morgan who arranged your engagement to Lucius, but then

Magnus suddenly expressed his wish to marry you,” Kyler said helplessly.

“Impossible! I won’t marry him. Dad, are you really going to force your daughter to marry that waste?"

Kendra's face was streaked with tears.

Kyler's wife, Addison, quickly consoled their daughter. “Kendra, I will never let you marry that cripple.

Don’t worry.” She shot Kyler a glance.

Kendra buried her face in Addison’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

After consoling their daughter, Addison sat next to Kyler. "Kyler, the Andersens are being utterly

unreasonable. The engagement was supposed to be between Lucius and Kendra. Why did it suddenly

change to that cripple, Magnus?"

Kyler sighed, "Morgan adores Magnus. His guilt towards him grows every day, and he wants to give

him the best the world has to offer."

"They can feel guilty all they want, but they shouldn't mistreat Kendra. Since they've breached the

agreement, we need not keep our end either. Since Morgan loves Magnus so much, why not we marry

Natalia to him? After all, she’s our daughter too!" Addison stared at Kyler.

"Ridiculous! Natalia is off-limits!" Kyler's eyes flashed with panic.

"Why not? Are you protecting her? Isn't Kendra your daughter too?" Addison cried out. "You brought

back a bastard from your affairs, and I raised her for over a decade without complaining. If you marry

Kendra off to that cripple, I'll never forgive you!"

With that, she stormed off upstairs, leaving Kyler alone on the couch. His face was pale as he thought

back to fifteen years ago when he brought Natalia home and faced a storm of controversy. Back then,

he did everything he could to protect her, hoping she could grow up peacefully. Now that she had finally

grown up, she was facing hardship again. What was he supposed to do?

At the Andersen Family Estate, the front gate was suddenly pushed open. Lucius strode in, dressed in

a black suit, an aura of coldness surrounding him. Anger was clear in his eyes. He walked upstairs,

pushed open a room on the second floor facing east. An elderly man with silver hair sat inside, staring

at the plants on the balcony, seemingly oblivious to the man who had just entered. He knew it was his

second grandson, Lucius.

"Grandpa, why are we arranging Kendra's marriage to Magnus? Weren't you the one who promised me

a union with the Clarkson family?" Lucius stood tall beside the old man, his gaze unwavering.

"Lucius, if Magnus wishes to marry, let him. You've been granted so much already, and he only asks for

a woman's hand in marriage," the old gentleman replied casually.

"But Grandpa, Kendra and I are in love. You can't do this!" Lucius protested, veins beginning to pop on

the back of his hand.

Morgan, the old man, slowly turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him.

"Lucius, he's your brother. For nine years, he's asked for nothing, living in isolation on Sapphire Island,

uninvolved in any affairs. Now he only asks for a woman to care for him, and you refuse? Your

selfishness makes me question if you truly belong to the Andersen family." Morgan's calm voice hit

Lucius like a tidal wave.

"But Grandpa, there are countless women in this world. Why does he need mine? You know that

Kendra is my woman!" Lucius' eyes began to fill with sorrow.

"You have everything you could possibly want. Let him have this one thing. I'm tired now. You should

leave." Morgan said, closing his eyes.

Lucius clenched his fists, a steely glint flashing across his eyes. He made his way out of the bedroom

and exited the mansion. His car roared to life. He would never let that cripple take his woman!

Sapphire Island, surrounded by the sea, filled with fresh air tinged with a salty sea breeze. A tranquil

mansion rested there, bathed in warm sunlight. The man in the wheelchair looked strikingly handsome,

his dark eyes like an unfathomable lake.