Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Marking His Territory

’Burn it? Really? What on earth is he thinking?’

Natalie fumed, feeling both irritated and bewildered. She grabbed her phone, determined to call Justin and give him a piece of her mind. She was still reeling from the embarrassment of having to beg him to sleep in her bed, but now this—ordering her bed to be burned? _{freewёbnoνel.com}

’Is my bed so lowly in his eyes that he couldn’t even spend one night on it?’ frustration bubbling inside her.

Just as she was about to dial Justin’s number, she paused, remembering that he hadn’t even bothered to reply to her message from earlier. ’Am I that insignificant to him, or is he looking down on me after reading my message?’

Annoyed, she decided to call Noah instead. The assistant picked up promptly, his voice professional. "Ms. Natalie..."

"Has your boss lost his mind? He’s replacing my bed and ordering people to burn it!" she snapped, her anger spilling over.

There was a pause on the other end, and then Noah, clearly startled, replied, "Ms. Natalie, those are Mr. Harper’s orders. We’re required to follow them."

"Tell him to stop being ridiculous!" Natalie growled.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Natalie, but you’ll need to speak with him directly. He should be arriving there shortly," Noah replied curtly, clearly not wanting to get further involved.

Natalie hung up the call angrily. ’That jerk! That bed was something I chose with so much love!’

She turned back to the workers, who had already dismantled everything and were preparing to carry the pieces outside. Her heart sank as she looked at the familiar pieces of furniture.

"Wait," she called out, her tone softening as she looked at the bed with longing. "Don’t burn it. You can take it with you and use it yourselves, but please don’t destroy it."

The delivery in-charge shook his head apologetically. "I’m sorry, Ms. Natalie, but we have to follow Mr. Aiden’s orders."

Natalie huffed in frustration as she watched the workers take away her beloved bed and replace it with the new one Justin had ordered. Everything was changed—mattress, bedsheets, pillows, blankets, and duvets. It was as if the room had undergone a complete transformation, leaving no trace of her original choices.

’This man is extreme,’ she sighed, her irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. ’Thank God he’s not my real husband. He’d drive me to my last days by angering me to death now and then.’

Natalie’s gaze shifted to the perfectly arranged bed, and a new wave of determination surged within her. ’Let him come home, and I won’t show him any mercy. He thinks he can walk all over me? Not this time.’

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Soon enough, Justin arrived home, feeling excited at the thought of seeing Natalie’s fuming face. Noah had informed him about how angry Natalie sounded on the phone and told him to be cautious.

But being cautious wasn’t in Justin’s plan or how was he going to enjoy his favourite past time of riling her up.

He rang the bell, and sure enough, Natalie opened the door, her expression cheerful on the surface but with eyes that were practically shooting daggers at him.

’If only looks could kill,’ he thought, amused.

"Finally, you’re back," she said in a tone that was overly pleasant, though her eyes glinted with a murderous intent. "I was waiting for you."

Justin could tell that if it weren’t for her grandpa, she would have slammed the door in his face. Seeing her suppress her anger with that forced smile only made the moment sweeter. He couldn’t resist pushing her buttons further.

"Did you miss me, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock affection.

Natalie was momentarily caught off guard by his words, but concluded he was simply putting on a show for Albert.

’This man is dangerous to my senses.’ She took a deep breath, regaining her focus.

His words left her stunned, her mind scrambling to process the sharpness of his retort. ’What does he mean by this? And why is he making it sound like I am cheating on him? What the hell is going on in his head?’