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."

beloved bed and replace it with the new one Justin had ordered. Everything was

extreme,’ she sighed, her irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. ’Thank God he’s not my real husband. He’d drive me to my last days by

new wave of determination surged within her. ’Let him come

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

wasn’t in Justin’s plan or how was he going to enjoy his favourite past time of riling

her expression cheerful on the surface but with eyes that were practically shooting daggers

only looks could

he thought, amused.

a tone that was overly pleasant, though her eyes glinted with a murderous intent.

have slammed the door in his face. Seeing her suppress her anger with that forced smile

me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone dripping

but concluded he was simply putting on

Of course, darling," she replied through gritted teeth, keeping the fake smile plastered on her 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

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

I’m preparing dinner," she said, her eyes giving him a silent warning

mischievously. "Want me to

she asked him for help, and it ended up in

a look at the new bed you ordered... for us. Darling?" Natalie forced a smile as she glanced at her

gaze and dragged him toward the bedroom. Once inside, she let go of his hand, closed the door behind them,

talk," she said, her voice

with his hands tucked in his pant’s pocket like his usual style, unaffected by her angry and impatient demeanour, as

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

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

less than twenty-four hours since I

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