Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 225: Our Home

"What are you doing here?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and disbelief. Was this supposed to be the worst day of her life after seeing good days for so long?

Victor stood at the doorway, his eyes fixed on Natalie. Ignoring the presence of the others in the room, he strode straight to her.

"Where have you been? I couldn’t get in touch with you, and nobody seemed to know where you were. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?" he said, his voice filled with concern.

Before Natalie could respond, a strong arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders, pulling her against a broad, solid chest.

Victor’s eyes shifted to the man now holding Natalie—Justin. The cold, menacing look Justin gave him made it clear he was barely holding himself back.

Natalie winced internally, feeling the pounding of an oncoming headache. She had just managed to calm Justin down about Vincent, and now Victor’s sudden appearance had thrown her into an even worse mess.

How did he even know where I live? And how does he know my door’s password?

"Oh, so my sweetheart is running a harem here," Vincent’s mocking voice sliced through the tension. "All this time, I was wondering why she doesn’t miss me and even blocked my number. So you have been entertaining men here, huh?"

Victor’s gaze moved to Vincent, then back to Justin, confusion etched across his face. One of these men was supposed to be Natalie’s husband—but which one?

"Shut up, Vincent," Natalie snapped, glaring at him before turning her attention to Victor.

Victor, however, smirked and said, "I didn’t know you were into harems, Natalie. If that’s the case, sign me up too as a new member of your harem."

me a moment to breathe before jumping to conclusions?

tighten, his body tense. The silent storm brewing in his

sighed, knowing she had to tread carefully. One man was her life savior, the other her company’s savior and cherished artist, and both were important in her life to let

her composure, turning toward Justin and wrapping her arms lovingly around his

eyes and forced a sweet smile. "This

blind?" Victor said and walked to sit on the sofa and

smoothly, a sly grin playing

archangel," Victor retorted,

could feel her patience unraveling. The more she tried to soothe Justin, the more these two seemed determined to escalate the chaos. And the way they behaved—so comfortable in

on Justin’s chest. "I’m sorry," she murmured. "I don’t know how to explain any of

her head to meet his gaze. His expression softened as he took in her weary

a tender kiss, pulling her firmly against his chest. It was a silent reassurance—his way of telling her he

care and tenderness in that kiss and kissed him

"Gross!"

groans of disgust from the two men on the sofa could be heard. Vincent and Victor both frowned dramatically, visibly

once more. He turned to glare at the two intruders with a look that promised retribution for what they

Justin, their expressions as if to say, What can

two leaving yet?" Justin asked, his tone

"You wish," Vincent said, his smirk