The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 6

Natalia closed her eyes. Hadn’t Morgan claimed to adore Mr. Magnus? Yet here she was, being shipped off to Sapphire Island

No wedding and no ceremony. But then again, she was merely a stand–in, A ceremony would be meaningless anyway.

Was she going to take care of Mr. Magnus? As if he lacked caretakers.

She opened her eyes and glanced at the man in the sult next to her. “Where are we going?”

The suited man replied respectfully. “Ma’am, we’re headed to Sapphire Island. Mr. Magnus requested to skip the wedding and honeymoon, so you’ll be moving directly onto the island.*

Natalia merely nodded. It wasn’t her wedding to begin with Why would she be bothered about the ceremony?

After about an hour, the car finally came to a halt. Natalia opened her eyes to see an endless beach, an island, and a three story mansion surrounded by the sea on three sides, with a forest in the back. The only access was a single road leading to the mansion

The suited chauffeur opened the door for her, and Natalia stepped out, inhaling the fresh, salty air. She looked up to see a lush garden, plants bursting with vibrant colors. She stared blankly at the endless blue sea, the waves lapping at the sand

Her mind suddenly went blank. She was going to live here, in this strange place, for six months!

As she looked up, she saw a line of servants standing at the entrance of the mansion. Five men and five women, standing respectfully, all greeting in unison, “Welcome, Ma’am! We wish you and Mr. Magnus a happy marriage and a lifetime of happiness!”

This display startled Natalia. It felt like a welcoming fit for a king.

furniture On the wall opposite

banner!

her, “Ma’am, dinner is ready”

to move when the elevator nearby opened. A middle–aged

man immediately put on a smile, “Ma’am, you must

the wheelchair. He had a stunning face with a hint of aloofness, his dark eyes as cold as ice. This was Mr. Magnus, the man she’d

him, thinking how unfair it was that such a handsome man was forced to use a

at her, the petite girl in a pink dress with deep blue eyes as pure and beautiful as the sky. He smirked and turned

eat at his own pace,

ultimately followed him to the dining table. She watched as he gracefully scooped soup into his bowl and began to eat.

not eating. She didn’t know what to

noticed that she wasn’t eating. He frowned slightly but didn’t look up at

tone of mild anger, “This is all I have. If you don’t

his mouth with a napkin, he left the room, moving straight into the elevator to go

still trying to process what had just happened. The servants began clearing the table. “Wait… I

She

was his guest, no, she was his wife! He didn’t even talk to her, let alone

eat!” She might as well make the best of

struggling not to laugh, she grabbed the food that hadn’t

face expressionless. “Did she eat?” His

quite nice. She’s pretty and not picky about

She hadn’t complained, and she even ate the simple meal he had prepared. He had intentionally arranged for a simple meal to

tantrum or gotten angry. She