The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 327

Even Natalia had a peculiar request that left her bosses puzzled. She wanted her identity concealed within the company. All her design achievements were credited to her boss‘ sister, Diana. Whenever there was an award ceremony, Diana was the one who went up to receive the accolades. Natalia, however, was content with her quiet corner, focusing on her designs without the need for public recognition.

In her free time, Natalia would often be absorbed in her sketches, occasionally keeping tabs on Andersen Corporation back home in Melfort, through the power of the internet. She knew that after her departure, Magnus had indeed recovered, regaining his position and reviving the corporation, making it one of the most prominent conglomerates worldwide

She was happy for Magnus and his achievements, knowing it was easy for him. Every time she saw his face on a video or a webpage, her eyes would well up with tears of longing.

Although she knew Magnus was searching for her relentlessly, she was bound by a harsh vow she had made under duress from Belle just to get the antidote. Even though she missed them terribly, she dared not return. She felt like a mouse, hiding in the shadows, afraid that Magnus would discover her whereabouts.

Night after night, her longing for them gnawed at her soul, causing her heartrending pain. She dared not risk it, fearing the vows she had made, and the possibility that they might come true if she was not careful.

Even if her yearning was overwhelming, she absolutely could not go back to Magnus. She was content to hide in her corner of the world. watching over the man she loved, and the child she adored

One day, Natalia was sketching new fashion designs in her garde

beautiful flowers, reminiscent of her home with Magnus in France.

She had painstakingly created her little haven, filled with lush greenery and

A gentle breeze carried the scent of spring, and Natalia was lost in her thoughts amidst this delightful atmosphere.

knock Someone was

down her pencil and went to answer it. It was the young girl who delivered her

these sketches all the time,” Natalia said,

tiring. In fact, it’s a pleasant break

to give the young girl some coffee beans, “These are from my hometown,

home.”

eyes glazed over as she said this, and a wave of nostalgia washed

my way here and saw a handsome street artist. His sketches resemble you. Would

it. I hardly know anyone

believe her, she would secretly take a picture of the artist tomorrow.

saw the girl off. She liked this girl who brought her sketches every day, but the notion of someone sketching her on the streets was a bit exaggerated. She was hiding in Rome

thoughts, Natalia shrugged off the girl’s words and went back

next morning, the girl was back. This time, she had a mission. “Ms. Natalia, take a look at these pictures I took. Tell

persistence, decided to take a look.

holding a brush as if it were a blooming red rose

Natalia?” The girl nudged Natalia, who seemed to have zoned out “Look

The woman in the painting wa golden sunflowers, and

landing amidst

this sketch just like you?” The girl asked, bringing