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?”

you

spent so much effort finding is named Natalia?”

you share your feelings

you work at Orange Honzon and recently won the Global Designer

all at once, creating a chaotic scene reminiscent of a bustling marketplace

by this unexpected media frenzy. She wanted to

that, it would

protect her from the blinding camera flashes. He whispered

crowd, but the

face the reporters, his gaze cold. I don’t care who you are or which newspaper you work for I’m just warning you

words, the reporters fell silent. They looked at each other unsure of whether to leave or

to retreat They quickly dispersed,

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

softening “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want those vultures to get a better

too beautiful to be

how Magnus had nearly ripped her clothes earlier. If it weren’t for Callum, she would have

started the car and shook his head. “Sweetheart, you know what I want isn’t

only way to cut

to herself. She didn’t love Callum She owed him, for he saved her life, and she had promised to