The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)
Chapter 482

Angie had more on her mind than just a relaxing soak when she slipped into the bathtub. No sooner did the water envelop her than she reached out and pulled James into an impassioned embrace, pressing her lips to his. "Honey, did you miss me?"

Feeling Angie's tender kiss, James took a sharp intake of breath. Even after all these years of marriage, Angie's fiery spirit hadn't dimmed one bit.

Although he was worn out from days of nonstop work, James didn't want to disappoint his darling wife. He summoned his energy, determined to make her happy. "Miss you, my siren? You've barely given me a chance to miss you, latching onto me the second I return. Alright, my love, let me fulfill your desires!"

He lifted her up against him, and Angie let out a surprised yelp as she felt his immediate, strong arousal. Her blood raced with excitement. "James, I've missed you so much..." she said, positioning herself. James gasped, meeting her lips in a fervent kiss.

The bathwater rippled with their movements.

After a tangled, passionate love-making, they returned to the bedroom for another round, eventually falling into a deep, contented sleep in each other's arms.

The previous night's fervor kept James asleep late into the morning until a sweet melody of a violin stirred him from his dreams. Opening his eyes with a slight smile, he knew that delightful music came from his most cherished, Vivian.

Sitting up, he donned his robe and opened the balcony doors, letting in the fresh morning air.

As he looked up to the top of their home, he saw a small silhouette. There was Vivian, dressed in a ruffled pink dress, playing her violin on the terrace, looking like an angel descended from the heavens. James' smile shone brilliantly; having such a daughter was a man's greatest joy.

Vivian finished her piece and saw James awake, grinning brightly. "Daddy, did my violin wake you? Sorry about that."

With a smile, James gestured for her to come down. "Come to me."

Vivian nodded eagerly and bounded down to push open the door to James' bedroom, tossing her violin aside and jumping into his arms. Her dark eyes were fixed on him.

James held his daughter close, kissing her cool forehead affectionately as Vivian snuggled into his embrace. With a daughter who shared his genes and spirit, James felt his heart melt. Time spent with Vivian was always filled with joy.

In the quaint town of Melfort, under Magnus' loving care, Natalia had finally overcome the pain of losing her daughter and began to shine anew. She took up her sketchpad once again, pouring her heart into creating vibrant, unique pieces.

Hector had approached her days ago, hoping she would design a new line of clothing for them.

Magnus entered quietly to see Natalia engrossed in her work and left silently, not wishing to disrupt her flow.

He prepared a strong coffee for her, placing it beside her with a contented smile before stepping out. Natalia remained focused on her designs, oblivious to Magnus' comings and goings. Magnus watched her with a sense of relief; his wife was finally stepping out of the shadow of their lost daughter. He looked up into the clear blue sky, vowing silently to replace their precious child.

Natalia's designs, named "Summer Breeze," were bold in color and simple in style. They were an instant hit when published in the leading fashion magazines, causing a stir in the fashion world. Before the line even launched, orders poured in like snowflakes, with companies vying for exclusive rights.

NH International made a fortune, much to Magnus' chagrin, when he learned that the designs were for Hector's company. Confronting Hector, Magnus demanded, "Withdraw my wife's shares immediately." Hector, amused, retorted, "Why should I?"

Magnus glanced at Hector with disdain and said, "Of course, it's because I don't want her to design drafts for you. Why are you pretending not to understand? She is my wife! If she's going to draw, it should be for me. I have my own company, you know."

Hector knew that Magnus had this idea in mind and arrogantly raised his head, saying, "Tit for tat. She is the chief designer in our company. Only a lunatic would let her withdraw her shares. Give up on that idea!"

Fuming, Magnus stormed out of Hector's office, Hector's smug laughter following him.

This infuriating man was profiting off his wife's talent! Magnus stormed home and up to Natalia's studio. But upon seeing her immersed in her work, his anger dissipated, and he waited patiently, basking in pride for his beloved, talented wife.

Magnus' face morphed into the epitome of a kicked puppy as he beseeched his wife, "Darling, can you please consider pulling out of NH International? Stop sketching those designs for them. If you're going to design, do it for our own company. Why should we line the pockets of Hector, that egomaniac?"

Natalia couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter upon hearing Magnus' plea. She gave him a sidelong glance that seemed to suggest that, between the two men, Magnus might've been the bigger egotist. Despite the humor she found in Magnus' sulking demeanor, Natalia replied with a playful retort, "I'm a shareholder in NH International, you know. I only make money if the company does well, right? Why on earth would I think of leaving? Plus, Hector and I built NH International from the ground up together. It's our joint labor of love. How can I just abandon it on a whim?"