Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Our Home Chapter 225: Our Home “What are you doing here?” she exclaimed, her voice filled with shock and disbelief.

Was this supposed to be the worst day of her life after seeing good days for so long?

Victor stood at the doorway, his eyes fixed on Natalie.

Ignoring the presence of the others in the room, he strode straight to her.

“Where have you been?

I couldn’t get in touch with you, and nobody seemed to know where you were.

Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?” he said, his voice filled with concern.

Before Natalie could respond, a strong arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders, pulling her against a broad, solid chest.

Victor’s eyes shifted to the man now holding Natalie-Justin.

The cold, menacing look Justin gave him made it clear he was barely holding himself back.

Natalie winced internally, feeling the pounding of an oncoming headache.

She had just managed to calm Justin down about Vincent, and now Victor’s sudden appearance had thrown her into an even worse mess.

How did he even know where I live?

And how does he know my door’s password?

“Oh, so my sweetheart is running a harem here,” Vincent’s mocking voice sliced through the tension.

“All this time, I was wondering why she doesn’t miss me and even blocked my number.

So you have been entertaining men here, huh?” Victor’s gaze moved to Vincent, then back to Justin, confusion etched across his face.

One of these men was supposed to be Natalie’s husband-but which one?

“Shut up, Vincent,” Natalie snapped, glaring at him before turning her attention to Victor.

Victor, however, smirked and said, “I didn’t know you were into harems, Natalie.

If that’s the case, sign me up too as a new member of your harem.” “Shut up!” she barked, her irritation flaring.

Can’t they give me a moment to breathe before jumping to conclusions?

She was feeling utterly exhausted while dealing these three man now.

She felt Justin’s grip on her shoulder tighten, his body tense.

The silent storm brewing in his dark eyes made it clear how much effort it was taking for him to hold himself back.

Natalie sighed, knowing she had to tread carefully.

One man was her life savior, the other her company’s savior and cherished artist, and both were important in her life to let them lose their lives in her husband’s hands.

Natalie maintained her composure, turning toward Justin and wrapping her arms lovingly around his waist.

She gazed into Justin’s cold, piercing eyes and forced a sweet smile.

“This man here, the most handsome of all, is my husband, Aiden.” “What’s wrong with your taste?

Most handsome?

Have you gone blind?” Victor said and walked to sit on the sofa and looked at Vincent, “and you?” “She’s my sweetheart, and I’m her darling,” Vincent replied smoothly, a sly grin playing on his lips.

“And you?” “She’s my angel, and I’m her archangel,” Victor retorted, crossing his arms smugly.

Natalie could feel her patience unraveling.

The more she tried to soothe Justin, the more these two seemed determined to escalate the chaos.

And the way they behaved-so comfortable in her home, as if it were their own-only added to her frustration.

With a sigh of defeat, she rested her head on Justin’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“I don’t know how to explain any of this.

I’m just tired.” Justin’s arms tightened around her, and he gently tilted her head to meet his gaze.

His expression softened as he took in her weary face.

She wasn’t fully recovered from her surgery yet, had worked tirelessly all day, and now had to deal with these uninvited guests.

Without a word, Justin leaned down and captured her lips in a tender kiss, pulling her firmly against his chest.

It was a silent reassurance-his way of telling her he wasn’t angry or upset, that everything between them was fine, and that she shouldn’t worry.

Natalie could feel what he meant through the deliberate care and tenderness in that kiss and kissed him back.

“Gross!” The exaggerated groans of disgust from the two men on the sofa could be heard.

Vincent and Victor both frowned dramatically, visibly unimpressed with the intimate display.

Justin pulled back slightly, his hand still resting on Natalie’s cheek who rested her head against his chest once more.

He turned to glare at the two intruders with a look that promised retribution for what they did today.  In response, Victor and Vincent smirked at Justin, their expressions as if to say, What can you do?

“Are you two leaving yet?” Justin asked, his tone sharp.

Both of them scoffed in unison.

“You wish,” Vincent said, his smirk widening.

Justin didn’t bother replying.

Instead, he held Natalie’s hand firmly and said, “Come with me.” Without hesitation, she nodded, and the two walked out of the door, leaving Vincent and Victor behind, momentarily stunned and wondering what he was planning.

Once seated in the car, Natalie broke the silence.

“Are we going to your hotel suite?” Justin shook his head.

“We’re going our home.” “Home?” she asked, surprise evident in her voice.

“It’s ready?” He hummed and pulled her closer.

“You look tired.

Rest until we get there.” Natalie leaned into his shoulder, her exhaustion catching up with her as she closed her eyes.

After a while, the car arrived at one of the most exclusive and expensive neighborhoods in the city.

Passing through the grand gates of the luxury residence, the car drove into a magnificent property illuminated by countless lights.

The entire estate shimmered under the starry sky, its beauty and grandeur taking one’s breath away.

The gentle halt of the car woke Natalie.

She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times.

“Are we here?” she asked groggily.

Justin hummed in response, stepping out of the car and walking around to open her door.

He extended a hand to her, and she stepped out, holding onto him.

As Natalie observed her surroundings, something clicked.

She froze for a moment, a puzzled expression on her face.

“Why does this place look so familiar?”