The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 227

Callum thought to himself. “Of all the people he could bother, why did that scum Magnus have to mess with his Buttercup?”

If Magnus didn’t back off, Callum would be sure to give him a taste of his own medicine. He was no pushover, despite what Magnus might have thought!

Were it not for the consideration of Natalia’s feelings. Callum would have landed more than just one punch on Magnus!

The sounds of rage and destruction reached Natalia’s ears, but she said nothing She just leaned tiredly against Callum’s chest, closing her eyes She felt exhausted, and her heart was empty. She felt like a lone boat adrift on the ocean, with no anchor or direction

Perhaps, she thought, if she got engaged to Callum, Magnus would finally leave her alone.

Callum noticed Natalia slowly lose her strength, so he scooped her up and made his way towards the exit of Orange Horizon

Outside the building, a crowd of reporters armed with cameras and microphones had gathered. Clearly, they were here for the juicy gossip. They had received a tip-off earlier in the day about Rowell’s lost–and–found daughter, Natalia.

As soon as they saw her being cared out by Callum, they became excited Everyone knew that Callum was the Duke favored by the Queen, and the fact that he was holding the Count of Rowell’s daughter so intimately indicated that their relationship was not ordinary

This was sure to be big news!

As Callum carned Natalia through the revolving glass doors, the reporters swarmed around them, sticking their cameras and microphones in their faces.

“Duke Callum, is that the Count of Rowell’s daughter in your arms?”

are you two

Count Rowell spent so much effort finding

could you share your feelings about Duke

heard you work at Orange Honzon and recently won

once, creating a chaotic scene reminiscent of a

imitated by this unexpected media frenzy. She wanted to shout and tell everyone she didn’t like the attention!

did that, it would only

his hand to protect her from the blinding camera flashes. He whispered to her. “Don’t worry. Buttercup It’s just some annoying

tried to make his way through the crowd, but the persistent reporters followed

face the reporters, his gaze cold. I don’t care who you are or which newspaper you work for I’m just warning you not to cross my line. The consequences of angering me are not

silent. They looked at each other unsure of whether

fools. They knew when to retreat They quickly dispersed, watching

into Callum’s arms and whispered, “Cal, put me down. I can walk on

and his voice was softening “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want those vultures to

beautiful to be ogled

remembering how Magnus had nearly ripped her clothes earlier. If it weren’t for

his head. “Sweetheart, you know what I

but didn’t respond. The only way to cut ties with Magnus was to

could lie to anyone, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She didn’t love Callum She owed him, for he