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."

a moment to breathe

tighten, his body tense. The silent storm brewing in his dark eyes made it clear how much

and cherished artist, and both were important in her life to let them lose

maintained her composure, turning toward Justin and wrapping her

into Justin’s cold, piercing eyes and forced a sweet smile. "This man here,

you gone blind?" Victor said and

my sweetheart, and I’m her darling," Vincent replied smoothly, a sly grin playing on his lips. "And

angel, and I’m her archangel," Victor retorted, crossing his

these two seemed determined to escalate the chaos. And the way they behaved—so comfortable in her

her head on Justin’s chest. "I’m sorry," she murmured.

his gaze. His expression softened as he took in her weary face.

her lips in a tender kiss, pulling her firmly against his chest. It was a silent reassurance—his way of telling her he wasn’t angry or upset, that everything between

he meant through the deliberate care and tenderness

"Gross!"

men on the sofa could be heard. Vincent and Victor both

Natalie’s cheek who rested her head against his chest once more. He turned to glare at the two intruders with a look that promised

Justin, their expressions as if

two leaving yet?" Justin asked, his

of them scoffed in unison. "You wish," Vincent said, his smirk