The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

His warm breath fanned across her face, his breathing gradually turning ragged. His large hand began to wander over her body once again. Natalia tried to push him away, but he furrowed his brows, "Stop resisting. Let me kiss you."

Natalia's hand fell limply by her side. The man held her tight, the only sounds in the silent bedroom were the echoes of their breaths and the occasional suppressed moan.

Ten minutes later, Magnus lifted his hazy eyes, "My lady, I want you."

Natalia was taken aback. She could feel the heat intensifying beneath her, so she quickly pushed him away, "No, it's daytime, and I am not your wife." Her emotions were a whirlwind. She was torn between appeasing him and keeping her distance. After all, her sister was his lawful wife. The realization that she was only a substitute sometimes made her feel heartbroken. She felt like she had no right to do what his wife was supposed to do. If she did, she would feel even more worthless and degraded.

Magnus gazed at her with hazy eyes, "You are my wife. We've done what husbands and wives do. Don't ever say that you're not my wife again. If you say it again, I'll have to punish you." His gaze darkened suddenly, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "My lady, don't worry about anything else. Just stay by my side, as my wife. Leave the rest to me."

His voice was low and husky, and sexy as hell to Natalia's ears. Before she could react, she felt the wheelchair glide towards the bed. Her body was lifted into the air and thrown onto the bed. Magnus supported himself with his hands. Natalia's vision went black, and the weight of Magnus' body pressed down onto hers.

She tried to sit up, her hands pushing against his burning chest, "Magnus, don't."

"My lady, don't speak." He suddenly said in a low voice, like a command.

Natalia stared at him in shock, expecting him to do something else. However, he bent down and kissed her, his large body trapping hers beneath him. His kiss was like a storm, assaulting her senses, leaving Natalia weak and helpless under his powerful onslaught.

Magnus took advantage of her weakness to strip her, claiming her as his own. He closed his eyes, suddenly thankful for her presence in his life. No matter what, he would never let her leave him.

Half an hour later, fearing that the servants might knock on the door once again, Magnus made it quick. He lay satisfied on top of her, looking at her flushed face filled with desire, "My lady, did you enjoy it?" Natalia hid her face in her pillow in embarrassment. This man was simply insufferable. Wasn't he supposed to be unable to move his legs? Yet, he acted as if nothing was wrong, taking her again and again. "Magnus, your legs..."

"My legs are fine." He gazed deeply into her eyes, his lips brushing against her ear as he breathed gently. "I mean my third leg is fine."

His gaze was fiery. Natalia felt as if she was being burned alive. She tried to push him away, but he caught her hand, looking displeased, "Stop pushing. Let me hold you for a while." "You're heavy." She was going numb under his weight.

"You didn't complain about my weight just now. Why the sudden change of heart?" His thing was still inside her. Upon hearing her complain about his weight, he moved it intentionally, making Natalia wish she could disappear into a hole.

Natalia was so embarrassed that she couldn't even look at him, which made he chuckle. Then, with a push of his hands, he sat up, put on a shirt, and wheeled himself into the bathroom.

By the time Magnus came out, Natalia had already dressed and left the room. The sound of running water came from her bedroom as he wheeled past it; the smile on his lips couldn't be hidden. Linden, who was about to call them for dinner, was stunned to see Magnus laughing. It had been years since he had seen his master laugh, but today, it was a genuine laugh. Mr. Magnus was finally happy. At the dinner table, Natalia kept her head down, eating her food. Suddenly, a shrimp found its way into her bowl. She looked up to meet Magnus' gentle gaze, "Eat more, my lady. You've lost weight taking care of me."

Natalia looked around. The servants were covering their mouths, trying to stifle their laughter. She gave Magnus an embarrassed glare before returning to her meal. Soon, a chicken wing appeared in her bowl. Natalia quietly continued eating. After she finished the chicken wing, a piece of fish appeared in her bowl. She frowned at Magnus.

Magnus acted as if he hadn't noticed and kept eating.

She had no choice but to force herself to finish the fish. Seeing Magnus reaching for more food, she quickly put down her fork, "I'm done. Enjoy your meal." She got up and went to the living room, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

Magnus watched her retreat, shaking his head with a smile. He picked up the food he had put on her plate and ate it himself.

The next day, Natalia packed up and prepared to travel to France with Magnus. Natalia was packing her suitcase in their bedroom when she heard the sound of Magnus' wheelchair.

"Just pack some essentials. We can buy anything else we need there," Magnus said, frowning at her as she stuffed items into her suitcase.

"We have it at home, why not take it? It's convenient, and it saves money. You still have to get checked out," she said, implying that they should save money.

Magnus softened his gaze, looking at her tenderly, "It's okay. I can afford to take care of you."

Natalia didn't say anything. She followed his advice and only packed a few clothes.

That afternoon, Magnus and Natalia, accompanied by their butler Linden, boarded a plane to France. They arrived in France at midnight. A car was waiting for them as soon as they landed. "Mr. Magnus." The one who came to pick them up was Carter. His white Lamborghini was parked outside the airport. Carter greeted Natalia with a smile. "Ms. Clarkson, nice to meet you." He extended his slender hand. Natalia returned his smile and was about to shake his hand when Magnus blocked her. He swatted Carter's hand away, "She's your sister-in-law."

Carter laughed, "Magnus, is that any way to behave? I just met Ms. Clarkson and was simply greeting her. Why are you so possessive?"

Magnus ignored him, pulling Natalia's hand and wheeling towards the car. When they reached the car, he lifted himself into the seat, Natalia sitting next to him. Magnus looked at the strands of hair on Natalia's face, lifting his hand to gently brush them aside. The subtle tenderness of the gesture wasn't lost on the driver, Carter, who let out a soft chuckle. "Magnus, showing affection so openly like this, haven't you seen a single person like me is sitting right here?"

Natalia's cheeks flushed a shade of pink, causing her to create some distance between them. However, Magnus quickly grabbed her hand, sending a stern glare towards the man driving in the front. Carter laughed heartily, "Ms. Clarkson, it seems Magnus is quite protective."

Natalia spotted Carter looking at her in the rearview mirror, and she raised her head, smiling. "Mr. Carter, you can just call me Natalia. There's no need for formalities, especially after you've been kind enough to pick us up in the middle of the night."

"Oh, Nat." Carter's bright gaze held onto the young woman, causing Natalia to shyly lower her eyes.