Chapter 83
The Imposter Bride
Lance swung the car door open and Sabrina hopped out, thanking him before heading toward the mansion. She intended to call out to Marian to go home and rest, but was startled to find a man seated on their living room sofa.
As she pushed the door open, he slowly turned to her. They locked eyes and both froze.
The man was dressed in a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and his lengthy legs were crossed as he sat in the middle of the sofa. His handsome face was marked by a pair of cold eyes. When he saw the girl entering, a flicker of surprise shot through his eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly.
Sabrina was dressed in a mint green maxi dress that accentuated her slender waist, her shoulderâ
length hair loosely draped behind her. Her bright dark eyes were fixed on the man on the sofa.
Carter was stunned. He had imagined this girlâs face a thousand times in his mind. He hadnât imagined her to be so quietly elegant, radiating a sense of nobility. She was clearly a lady of high birth.
His heart skipped a beat.
âWho are you? What are you doing in my house? Whereâs Marian?â Sabrina suddenly wondered if he was an intruder. She had been living here for almost two weeks and hadnât encountered anyone else.
Suddenly, a stranger was in her house, and Marian was nowhere to be found.
The man on the sofa frowned, and his expression became even colder. Her house? He looked around.
Wasnât this his house? How had it become hers? Iâm Carter Cliff. How have you been, Ms. Shaw?â His voice was deep and slow, spilling from his throat.
Carter Cliff? Sabrinaâs mind raced and she soon realized who Carter was: her unseen fiancé.
He had taken his sweet time to show up, hadnât he? And now he was pretending to care about her wellâbeing. He could mind his own business Sabrina stood her ground, glaring at Carter.
Sensing Sabrinaâs silence, Carter glanced at her, noticing the defiant look in her eyes. He was struck by her anger, he hadnât said anything wrong.
He looked down at himself and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. âWhatâs wrong. Ms. Shaw?
Havenât seen a handsome man before? The one who dropped you off seemed okayâ Carter paused, slowly got up from the sofa, and walked toward Sabrina.
Iâve been away for a few days, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused. I hope you donât mind,â
he said, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Clearly, he had left her to see if she would get angry.
Carter had a thought. If she felt lonely, she would call her grandfather for help. He had heard that her grandfather cherished her more than his life; surely he wouldnât let her suffer Maybe he would even take her back home.
Suddenly, Carter was standing right in front of Sabrina, studying her. Her skin was soft and delicate, her eyes cast down, her long eyelashes fanning across her cheeks Sabrina had no intention of engaging him in conversation. She was planning to change her shoes and head straight upstairs to bed, treating him like invisible However, Carter was blocking her way like a wall She lifted her head, her eyes locked with Carterâs, and she burst into a cold, sarcastic laugh, âMr. Cliff, in my eyes, there are no handsome men, only irresponsible jerks and cowards. Some people may be good looking, but they act like children.â
âYou Cowards? Who was she insulting?
Carter was surprised by Sabrinaâs sharp tongue. This was a lady raised by the prestigious Shaw family.
How could she use such vulgar language! Sabrina smiled as she passed him, leaving a trace of her perfume lingering in Carterâs nostrils. He stood at the entrance, watching as Sabrina walked upstairs without looking back. Her slim figure disappearing, leaving his mind to wander.
Carter kicked the shoe rack by the door, cursing under his breath He had been played by this little girl.
Great, just great.
He was already frustrated from dealing with the Melfort brothers, he didnât need to take it from this girl.
She had a man drive her home in the middle of the night instead of staying at home. It seemed like she was trying to make him jealous even before they were married He didnât care for her She could do whatever she wanted But why was he so angry? He stormed upstairs, and seeing her door closed tightly, his temper flared.
This girl had no manners. She was living in his house and yet she was ignoring him He kicked open his bedroom door, stamming it shut forcefully, the sound echoing through the mansion like a mini earthquake Sabrina sat on the bed with her eyes closed and heard the door slam She discreetly opened a crack to check. The hallway was quiet She covered her mouth and chuckled if he was upset, he could call her grandfather and call off the engagement, then she could go home. Humphi This was how their rivalry began.
Days passed one after another as Magnus stayed busy with his work.
A few days later, Magnus returned late at night, and he gently undressed Natalie, their bodies intertwining in a passionate and intimate dance. Natalia came downstairs the next morning, feeling sore and tired Magnus, seated in the dining room, was enjoying his breakfast when he saw her He Rashed a warm smile and called out to her in his rich, comforting voice. âGood morning, darling âMagnus, shouldnât you be at the office by now? Natalia was surprised to see him still at home considering it was already late in the morning. Ever since Magnus had become the CEO of Andersen Corporation, he was rarely seen at home apart from late at night.
Hearing Nataliaâs question, Magnus simply chuckled. Instead of answering, he motioned for her to join him. âCome over here, baby Natalia was accustomed to his endearing nickname for her and his constant pampering. She didnât protest. âOkay,â she replied, seeing Magnus in such a mood and calling her âdarlingâ in that intimate tone, she obediently went over to him.
She had never expected Magnus to actually divorce Kendra and marry her. But so much time had passed, and there was no news from Kendraâs end. Magnus also didnât say their divorce was finalized.
Given Kendraâs meticulous nature, if they were indeed divorced, Kendra would undoubtedly come to make trouble for her. So, Natalia had no idea what the situation was and she didnât want to ask.
As Natalia descended the staircase towards the dining room, her intention was to find a comfortable chair to settle into and start her breakfast. However, as soon as she approached Magnus, before she even had the chance to sit on the chair which a servant had pulled out for her, he reached out. Ignoring the myriad of servants attending to him during mealtime, he simply pulled her into his embrace.
âMagnus, you.â Natalia was taken aback by his audacity Early in the morning, in front of all the servants, she found herself blushing at his bold actions.
She grumbled internally Magnus, you rascal, youâre so wicked. Always behaving this way, making intimate gestures towards her in front of the servants Canât he be a bit more considerate? Was he aware that because of his constant antics, each time she chatted with the servants and his name came up. they would snicker? It was becoming overwhelmingly embarrassing.