The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 409

Hector stood frozen, staring at the woman waving from the second-floor window. Her face didn't strike him as familiar, but the moment her voice cut through the air, his heart clenched in pain.

He knew then that he had found her—the woman who could bring peace to his soul, the woman he had been longing for. It was her voice, that familiar sound that seemed etched into his very marrow!

Hector broke into a grin, turning on his heel to rush upstairs. He had to ask her face to face—who was he? And who was she?

But he had forgotten his current predicament. He was a suspect in a string of serial killings and was surrounded by the police at a disadvantage.

He barely turned around, let alone took a step, before the police, interpreting his motion as an attempt to flee, fired a shot at his leg without hesitation.

The bullet pierced through the rain, hitting Hector's calf with a muffled thud. Hector winced in pain but continued his stride towards the room.

The encircling officers exchanged surprised glances, having not expected to encounter someone so resolute.

The serial killings in Hawaii had already spread panic, and the police, tasked with the case, were getting an earful from the public.

They patrolled the streets day and night and noticed Hector, who appeared highly suspicious, standing outside Natalie's villa in the pouring rain. His expression was one of confusion and uncertainty.

The chief, chest puffed with confidence, claimed he had seen too many cases not to recognize the signs. People with such expressions often harbored a violent, antisocial personality. And such suspects were usually ruthless and planned their crimes meticulously. Tonight, they had caught him red-handed—or so they thought.

As the chief's words faded, the patrolling officers saw Hector hesitantly push open the villa's gate and enter, his movements filled with doubt.

The chief promptly switched on the spotlight and, through a megaphone, addressed Hector, the suspected felon, with suspicion.

Everything was going smoothly until a woman appeared on the second floor, and the suspect, as if provoked, ignored the guns pointed at him and boldly attempted to enter the house.

With no other choice to prevent a potential crime, the chief decisively shot Hector in the leg. But things didn't go as planned. Instead of begging for mercy, the suspect continued to move forward with a bullet in his leg. Reluctantly, the chief fired a second shot, finally watching the felon crumble under the pain and drop to his knees.

“Cuff him and bring him in for interrogation!" The chief boasted, waving his pistol around, already envisioning his promotion.

Eager to prove themselves, the officers swarmed over Hector, who was now downed by the gunshots. They cuffed his hands and hauled him up from the ground with a ferocious shout, "Move it! You're coming with us to the station!"

"No! Don't shoot; he's not the killer—he's just coming home. Stop this!"

Natalie had already run downstairs without even remembering to put on her shoes after the first gunshot. She could never have imagined seeing Hector like this, surrounded by so many officers!

Hector, his legs riddled with bullets, could no longer stand, but he still held his spine straight, looking past the officers standing ready for a fight to Natalie, asking loudly, "Who am I? And who are you to me?"

Natalie was momentarily at a loss for words, taken aback by the strangeness in Hector's eyes—Hector had forgotten her!Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Chilled by the realization, she took a half-step back, bumping into Magnus, who had followed her down. Magnus quickly steadied her trembling form, whispering reassurances, "Don't panic. It's alright. I'm here."

Magnus's presence may have calmed her, and Natalie's frantic emotions stabilized almost instantly. She looked bravely into Hector's eyes. "I'm Natalie, and you're Hector. Between us, there's a sibling bond."

Hector shook his head. "No, you're lying. Even though I've lost my memory, | know there's more between us than just a brother- sister relationship."

Natalie opened her mouth to argue but found she didn't know where to begin. Before she could gather her thoughts, the chief rudely interrupted their conversation. "You two can catch up at the station! Take him away!"

As his command was given, the officers forcefully dragged Hector toward the patrol car. Natalie panicked, grabbing the chief's arm. "He really is coming home. You've made a mistake. Please, let him go!"

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"No, that's not it. He's just lost his memory,’ Natalie pleaded, fear

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With that, Natalie turned to rush inside but was stopped by Magnus. He shook his head at Natalie, signaling her not to panic, and then stepped towards the chief.

Confronted by Magnus’ towering presence, the chief suddenly felt a lack of confidence.

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Magnus had managed to remain under the radar, spending most of his time in the laid-back vibes of Hawaii, which meant not many around here could recognize him.

Now, here he was. His demeanor was as calm as a gentle spring breeze. He inquired with a soft tone, "Officer, if | may, what exactly has the individual in question been charged with?"

It was then that the chief placed the face to the name. Magnus was a big-time investor in Hawaii, a favorite among the high rollers and power players.