Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 55: Marking His Territory

’Burn it? Really? What on earth is he thinking?’

Natalie fumed, feeling both irritated and bewildered. She grabbed her phone, determined to call Justin and give him a piece of her mind. She was still reeling from the embarrassment of having to beg him to sleep in her bed, but now this—ordering her bed to be burned?

’Is my bed so lowly in his eyes that he couldn’t even spend one night on it?’ frustration bubbling inside her.

Just as she was about to dial Justin’s number, she paused, remembering that he hadn’t even bothered to reply to her message from earlier. ’Am I that insignificant to him, or is he looking down on me after reading my message?’

Annoyed, she decided to call Noah instead. The assistant picked up promptly, his voice professional. "Ms. Natalie..."

"Has your boss lost his mind? He’s replacing my bed and ordering people to burn it!" she snapped, her anger spilling over.

There was a pause on the other end, and then Noah, clearly startled, replied, "Ms. Natalie, those are Mr. Harper’s orders. We’re required to follow them."

"Tell him to stop being ridiculous!" Natalie growled.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Natalie, but you’ll need to speak with him directly. He should be arriving there shortly," Noah replied curtly, clearly not wanting to get further involved.

Natalie hung up the call angrily. ’That jerk! That bed was something I chose with so much love!’

She turned back to the workers, who had already dismantled everything and were preparing to carry the pieces outside. Her heart sank as she looked at the familiar pieces of furniture.

"Wait," she called out, her tone softening as she looked at the bed with longing. "Don’t burn it. You can take it with you and use it yourselves, but please don’t destroy it."

The delivery in-charge shook his head apologetically. "I’m sorry, Ms. Natalie, but we have to follow Mr. Aiden’s orders."

it with the new one Justin had ordered. Everything was changed—mattress, bedsheets, pillows, blankets, and duvets. It was as if the room had undergone a complete

beneath the surface. ’Thank God he’s not my real husband. He’d drive

surged within her. ’Let him come home, and

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of seeing Natalie’s fuming face. Noah had

how was he going to enjoy his favourite past

bell, and sure enough, Natalie opened the door, her expression cheerful on the surface

looks could

he thought, amused.

was overly pleasant, though her eyes glinted with a murderous intent. "I was

door in his face. Seeing her suppress

miss me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone

words, but

fake smile plastered on her face. "How could I not miss my handsome

if about to act more intimate, and whispered in her ear, "If you keep acting like this, I might actually believe

preparing dinner," she said,

Justin smirked mischievously. "Want me to help you...

grin on his face reminded her of the last time she asked him for help, and it ended up in

Darling?" Natalie forced a smile as she glanced at her grandpa, who was happily chatting on his phone but

him toward the

need to talk," she said,

tucked in his pant’s pocket like his usual style, unaffected by

his deep voice and the confident expression on his annoyingly handsome face, nearly made her lose her

to my senses.’ She took a deep breath, regaining

demanded. "It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I ordered and set up that