The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 143

Natalia was making her way back to her room when she heard Magnus call out her name. Her heart clenched tightly, and she hurriedly made her way to his side. She bent down and asked, “Magnus, are you thirsty? I can get you some water.”

Magnus, still in a drunken stupor, opened his eyes and saw himself lying in bed. He asked in a daze, “Babe, is that you? I remember you didn’t come to the dinner It was Isabella who danced with me, right?” He paused, realizing something didn’t sit right.

He remembered dismissing Isabella, but now, his wife was here. A wave of heat washed over him, drowning him in discomfort. “Babe, I don’t feel good.”

A chill ran through Natalia. As shed suspected, he still carried a torch for Isabella. Even now, he remembered dancing with her. She stared blankly at the man lying in bed, a chill spreading through her limbs and heart.

She forcefully pulled her hand back from Magnus grasp, saying calmly, “Chase brought you back I didn’t see Isabella.”

Magnus didn’t catch what Natalia said, his senses were clouded by the intoxicating haze of alcohol. He craved his wife like a man craving water in the middle of a desert. He was burning up, feeling like he was on the verge of combustion Due to the excessive alcohol, he felt weak.

But the moment he grabbed Natalia’s hand, everything changed. It was as if her hand was a refreshing spring, instantly soothing his raging inferno Magnus was in a drunken stupor, thinking his sudden lust was due to the alcohol, oblivious to the fact that Isabella had drugged him Through his blurred vision, he watched the alluring Natalia, more beautiful than an angel. He noticed her frowning. Was she still upset?

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her closer, “Babe, be good I want you

Magnus suddenly pulled her, causing Natalia to stumble and fall into his arms. She was stunned and forgot to get up.

His body was as hot as fire. Natalia stared at the man whose eyes were filled with desire, recalling the image of him dancing with Isabella She struggled against his hold

in the arms of another woman? Could

moment?

someone else, Natalia said coldly, noticing his flushed face and

amiss

and passionate, overpowered her senses. He kissed her fervently and desperately, as if he wanted to consume her in one gulp.

kisses were filled with longing, landing on Natalia’s eyes, nose, ears, and finally, her lips, where they lingered. This was a familiar taste, etched in his bones His wife Only she could

comforted the woman he

evade Magnus kisses, but her body betrayed her. As much as she resented the man, her body

swiftly removed. His fiery cock penetrated her body. Natalia trembled as

the man lost in passion, his wildness frightening her. Time and again, she nearly fell off the bed. Natalia had no choice but to hold onto his

of a bright red lipstick mark on Magnus chest. Her mind went blank, and

his passionate assault, oblivious to the tears streaming down her face and the icy coldness of

her, spent, Natalia pushed him off

the bed was Magnus, drunk and sated, unaware that his wife hadn’t returned till dawn.

remove the sleepwear she had hastily put on, washing herself relentlessly. The lipstick mark was a

Isabellas lipstick mark?

to be in such a hidden place, they must have had

her head in denial Had

his urge was, but to have her