The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 268

Listening to Callum's words, Lexi felt a wave of sadness washing over her. Yeah, he had imprisoned

her merely to keep her quiet. He didn’t care about her well-being.

If she died, it would be just what he wanted.

But was death the only escape from this dreadful room?

"Please, let me go, I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown," Lexi begged, tears streaming down her

face. "Although you provide me with gourmet meals and designer clothes, all I crave is freedom.

Please, let me go. What happened that night...it was a mistake. I swear, I'll never tell anyone. I

promise!"

Despite Lexi's pleading, Callum was determined not to let her leave. He coldly looked at Lexi. "I'm

sorry, but I can't trust you. Human hearts are unpredictable. Who knows how you might change in the

future?"

With that, Callum turned and walked slowly towards the door. "In here, I can provide you with

everything you want, anything you want to eat, wear, or use...except freedom."

But Callum hadn't taken two steps before he heard Rita gasp, "Oh my God!"

Callum turned around to see Lexi with a knife in her hand, a deep cut on her wrist, and blood pooling

on the floor.

"Call the doctor!" Callum panicked. He had thought Lexi was just being dramatic; he didn't think that

this gentle girl would be so rash.

Rita nodded and bolted for the door, almost colliding with the doorframe.

Callum moved towards Lexi, extending his hand, trying to soothe her. "Give me the knife, sweetheart."

Lexi shook her head, her face twisted in a bitter smile. "No. If my body can't be free, at least let my soul

be."

As Lexi moved to cut herself again, seeing the fresh blood pooling around her wrist, Callum felt a sharp

pain in his heart. He quickly promised, "Stop, don't do this. I'll let you go. I promise."

Lexi's mind was on the brink of collapse. She stared at Callum. "You would really let me go?"

"Yes, I swear, I won't keep you here anymore," Callum promised, slowly moving closer to Lexi.

Lexi didn't notice Callum's approach. She looked out the window. Her eyes were filled with longing for

freedom. In that fleeting moment of distraction, Callum seized the opportunity. He grabbed Lexi's wrist,

disarming her and holding her firmly.

She screamed in despair, "Liar! You never intended to let me go! Kill me! Kill me!"

Callum struck her neck, knocking her unconscious. The doctor arrived just in time to see Lexi collapse

in Callum's arms.

"Duke, the lady has cut an artery. Luckily, she didn't hit a vein, or the consequences would have been

dire."

Callum looked down at the unconscious Lexi, guilt washing over him. "Treat her immediately, no matter

the cost."

Watching Lexi lying on the bed, lifeless, Callum felt remorse. He had to reconsider how he should treat

Lexi.

Perhaps he had made a mistake?

When Lexi woke up, she felt a heavy pounding in her head. Worse than her headache was the burning

pain in her wrist. This agonizing pain had woken her up from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes

slowly, filled with despair. Not only was she imprisoned, but she couldn’t even die.

Tears streamed down her face as she noticed a figure slumped beside her bed. She turned her head

and saw Callum, his brow furrowed even in sleep.

Despite everything, Callum was undoubtedly handsome. His deep-set features and sensual lips made

him an ideal husband. Given his high-profile stature, if it wasn't for the absurd soap opera-like mishap

that occurred between them, their paths probably would have never crossed in this lifetime.

But alas, they were never meant to be a happy ever after.

This exceptional man mistook her for Natalia, took advantage of her, and even restricted her freedom,

all out of fear that she might spill the beans to the real Natalia.

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