The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 467

The path beneath Gabby's feet transitioned from rugged to smooth, and although she had no idea where she was headed, she made a mental map of every turn and dip, readying herself for the escape she vowed would come one day.

As they followed the winding trail, a quaint farmstead unfolded in the distance. It had the orderly charm of a typical rural hamlet, and for a moment, Gabby allowed herself a sliver of relief. Perhaps being sold into servitude in a village might offer a chance for freedom.

What Gabby didn't know was that this seemingly normal enclave was steeped in blood and cruelty. The owner of the estate was notorious for acquiring women and children at a bargain through deceit or outright abduction.

The estate was a deceptive mirage of freedom where, in truth, every soul was shackled. The servants were property, their lives hanging on the whims of their owner.

The staff were desensitized through harsh conditioning, toiled in the fields, tended to livestock, and reared children who would eventually serve the master's bidding. Those with potential were groomed for special tasks, while the more attractive ones were claimed by the master himself, only to be discarded back to servitude once he grew bored of them.

This was no paradise, but a gilded cage. A hell disguised in finery.

The perimeter was fortified with barbed wire, a menacing boundary meant to clip the wings of any who dreamed of flight. The electrified fences stretched for miles; a single touch could reduce a person to ashes.

In such a fortress, escape was a fool's hope, save for the heavily guarded main gate.

Urged along by her captors, Gabby, clutching Anna, passed through hidden doors and secret passages until they reached a grand mansion. As she stepped inside, a cruel kick to her legs sent her kneeling on the opulent foyer floor. Quick to react, she clutched Anna close, preventing the child from tumbling to the ground.

Unphased and curious, Anna gazed about with wide eyes, oblivious to the danger lurking in every shadow. Gabby hugged her tighter, fearing any misstep might provoke a terrible consequence.

At the head of the hall sat an elderly man, his scalp a polished dome. His gaze was cloudy, and his eyes looked weak beneath the weight of deep wrinkles. He had a visage that would instill fear in the stoutest of hearts.

Anna clung to Gabby's clothes, confused as to why they were kneeling. She whispered, “Mommy, why are we on the floor? Isn't it cold? Get up, please.”

“Shh,” Gabby quieted her with a look, her voice low at Anna's ear. “This place is dangerous. We must tread carefully.” She instantly regretted scaring Anna with such a harsh reality but knew that worse days loomed ahead. Facing the danger head-on could be their only wise course.

The men who brought them in approached the old man, speaking rapidly. The old man finally glanced at Gabby, his focus shifting to Anna, whose blue eyes blinked innocently under fluttering lashes.

He rose and approached, attempting to take Anna into his arms, “What's the little angel's name?” Fearing for her daughter's safety, Gabby held Anna tightly, saying nothing. Anna was fearless, reached out, and said with childlike trust, “I’m Anna. | like you, sir. Thank you for letting us stay.”

The old man, perhaps unaccustomed to such affection from a child, smiled with delight. “Good. She's bright and has potential,” he muttered and ordered the henchmen, “Take this woman to work. The girl stays with Curtis.”

With a nod, the thugs led Gabby and Anna to a modest row of houses. Their front yards were-adorned Mhth frephighanriered Clothes They pointed to a vacant home and warned, “You'll live here. When the bell rings, you work, or you'll regret it.” With that, they left. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Gabby spat after their retreating backs, then turned toward the house they had been assigned. The room was small, with only a stiff cot and a worn dresser. The windowsill was lined with dusty bowls, signs of long disuse.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

As Gabby began to tidy the sparse room, Anna asked, “Mommy, why can’t we stay in a big house? Why are we staying in this old, strange place? And everyone looks so scary, scarier than Daddy.”

With a heavy heart, Gabby embraced Anna, kissing her cheek. “I'm sorry, Anna. It's all my fault. If\| adn'tbeeh seyeenernone vel e in this ss. But remember, my love, when you're at the mercy of others, patience is your strength. Hide your claws until you can strike.” Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

Although Anna was young, she was particularly sensible and well-behaved. Therefore, she remembered every word Gabby said to her without fail. Even though she didn't understand, she obediently nodded and said, "Okay, Mommy, | remember."

Gabby and Anna arrived at the mansion in the evening, so as they sat in the newly arranged room for a while, the maids w padpeaO""" Kingrin the FiSids came back one after another. They were surprised to find there was a new companion but did not say much. Instead, they all went back to their rooms, brought out some bedding and basic necessities, and quietly placed them at Gabby's door. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.