Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 55

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."

Justin had ordered. Everything was changed—mattress, bedsheets, pillows, blankets, and duvets. It was as if the room

not my real husband. He’d drive me to my

’Let him come home, and I won’t show him any mercy. He thinks

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arrived home, feeling excited at the thought of seeing Natalie’s fuming face. Noah had informed him

he going to enjoy his favourite

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

only looks could

he thought, amused.

was overly pleasant, though

if it weren’t for her grandpa, she would have slammed the door in his face. Seeing her suppress her anger

me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock

guard by his words, but

face. "How could I not miss my handsome husband?" She took his bag and handed him his home slippers, playing the role of the dutiful wife as Justin casually removed

whispered in her ear, "If you keep acting like this, I might actually believe you missed me

pushed him away gently, her anger barely contained. "Go freshen up. I’m preparing dinner," she said, her eyes giving him a silent warning to keep

down, Justin smirked mischievously. "Want me to help you... in the

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

Darling?" Natalie forced a smile as she glanced at her

grandpa’s scrutinising gaze and dragged him toward the bedroom. Once inside, she

need to talk," she said, her voice

his pant’s pocket like his usual style, unaffected by her angry and impatient demeanour, as if it

’hmm’ sound, combined with his deep voice and the confident expression on his annoyingly handsome

dangerous to my senses.’ She took

a new bed and everything else?" she demanded. "It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I ordered and set up that brand new bed in my room, and

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