Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 21: Be My Husband

Natalie arrived at the hotel and was led to the presidential suite by the same man who had escorted her before. Entering the drawing room of the suite, she noticed the familiar, handsome man sitting in the chair, seemingly going through some information in his tablet.

He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, one leg casually crossed over the other. His hair was styled elegantly, though a few loose strands fell toward his forehead, adding a touch of casual charm to his otherwise sharp appearance. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed in concentration, and his perfectly shaped lips were pressed together lightly. His long fingers moved skillfully across the screen.

This man was the sight to behold.

Just like the last time, Natalie found herself staring at him, unable to control her thoughts. There was something about his presence that captivated her every time.

Sensing her presence, Justin looked up, only to meet her gaze which was clearly stuck at him. He raised a questioning brow.

Realizing what she was doing, Natalie quickly averted her eyes and sat in the chair opposite him, internally questioning why she reacted this way every time she saw him.

Calm and composed, she made herself comfortable in the chair. "Good afternoon, Mr Harper."

Justin offered her a light nod and put the tablet aside. "Good to see you here, finally, Ms Ford."

"I was told you wished to meet me. May I know the reason?" she asked, her tone measured.

"The same reason you finally agreed to respond, despite telling my assistant to inform me to go to hell," Justin replied, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

Natalie awkwardly cleared her throat, realizing he had overheard her earlier conversation with his assistant.

"Your assistant happened to call me at the wrong moment," Natalie explained, trying to regain her composure. "I agreed to meet you because I was tired of the constant calls from your assistant. So, let’s get to the point and end this."

stared at her wordlessly for a moment. This woman wasn’t going to show her

husband," Justin finally said. "I believe you want to meet

I do, but I’m sorry to disappoint you—I have no

insisted. "All you need to do

immediately. "You want me to go to the police station and report that my husband is missing—the husband I’ve never even

the only way," he explained calmly. "We’ve tried to uncover his identity, but it’s been well hidden.

it?" she asked, surprised, though inwardly she thought, Good thing I didn’t put all my hopes

identity in this country. Even if your husband is some kind of top-secret agent whose identity is always concealed, they’ll still be able to find him for you. As his family—most

for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. "That seems like

help you with everything," Justin

I think it’s a good plan," she countered, meeting his gaze, the

intrigued. "You don’t want to find your

as much as Mr. Harper wants to find his lookalike," she replied, her voice steady. "But I also

all of a sudden, he would have known she came here with a plan out of her own need, but was confidently

let her take the lead—at least

my husband," she replied, without a trace of hesitation, leaving both men in the room

he stared at the audacious woman before him. The urge to throw a particular file in her face and reveal the truth—that he was her stepbrother—surged within him. How dare she even think of making

dared to approach Justin like this, let alone propose something so bold. And the first to do

The handsome face she had found so enchanting now appeared cold

meet my husband, and I can’t tell him the truth—he might have another shock. We don’t know how long it will take to find Aiden Handrix, and since Mr. Harper

explanation, though the thought