Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Natalie’s True Colors

"The camera on the poolside view is not working," The assistant returned and informed his boss Steve Davis which everyone heard,

It proved what Natalie had said about the camera’s.

Meanwhile, Justin turned to Rowan with a sharp remark, "Is this how you maintain your hotel and claim it’s the best in the city, when you can’t even keep a simple security camera working?"

Rowan, already frustrated by the staff’s failure, felt his anger flare at Justin’s words. However, he kept his composure. "I’ll look into it," he responded tersely.

"You better, unless you want someone to tamper with your security system so easily," Justin warned. His words made clear that someone had sabotaged the camera.

"She must have planned this. How else could she be so sure the cameras aren’t working?" Briena commented, "She clearly had the plan to hurt me or why would she even show up at this party after her scandal? I am sure she was not invited and sneaked inside just to take her revenge on me and then leave without leaving any trace behind."

"Were you not Invited?" Ivan asked Natalie.

"No. I was not," Natalie replied, her calm demeanor unshaken.

Anyone in her position would do everything to deny Briena’s claim and try to prove their innocence despite being guilty, but Natalie didn’t bother answering more than what she was asked. She was not invited by the host but she came here as a companion of the one who was invited, her friend Mia, who was currently busy with her business dealing.

Briena, still playing the victim, turned to Ivan, "Do you trust me now?"

Ivan nodded, his gaze icy as he looked at Natalie. "You’re not going anywhere unless you apologize."

Natalie stared at Ivan for a moment, then turned to Briena. "How would you like me to apologize to you?"

A slight, smug smile flickered across Briena’s lips, though she quickly resumed her hurt expression. "I would have forgiven you as my sister if it was just me you had hurt, as you’ve always done. But now you’ve become so evil that you’re willing to harm others. I need to be strict and unforgiving to teach you a lesson, so you won’t do it again and...."

"Oh, spare me the noble speech, dear sister, and state your condition," Natalie interrupted, clearly impatient to get it over with.

Briena gritted her teeth, frustrated that Natalie still exuded smugness instead of appearing pitiful and broken as she’d hoped. She stepped out of Ivan’s hold and pointed to the floor in front of her feet. "You have to kneel in front of me, kowtow three times, and say words of apology."

Briena waited to see change in Natalie’s expressions as it would be too humiliating for her to do it in front of all the elites, but...

"That’s it?" Natalie asked as if it was not a big deal. She pointed towards the same place as Briena, "There you say?"

"Yes," Briena replied confidently, certain she would finally see Natalie humiliated.

The guests watched eagerly, many with their phones ready to capture the moment. Unlike the others, Justin noticed something unusual about Natalie’s demeanor. She didn’t seem like someone about to apologize; there was a subtle defiance in her posture. He grew curious about what she was planning. After watching her video from her office when she put the files on fire, leaving the entire office a drenched mess, he expected nothing less from her.

Natalie stood in the place she was told by Briena and stood facing her. Seeing how delighted Briena felt, Natalie’s lips curved into a light smirk.

"What are you waiting for?" Briena demanded. "You said you were in a hurry to leave. Kneel and apologize."

"Sure, but first, I need to do something worth apologizing for," Natalie responded. Before Briena could react, Natalie pushed her into the swimming pool behind her.

The loud splash startled everyone, leaving them stunned.

"Ivan!" Briena’s cry for help was barely audible over the gasps of the guests. Ivan immediately jumped into the pool to help his fiancée out, while the crowd stood in shocked silence.