Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 202: Nathalie wants Lucas at any cost

Chapter 202: Nathalie wants Lucas at any cost
Beauty was momentarily stunned by the sudden movement, her back stiffening briefly before she regained her usual aloof composure.
The soft glow of the light enveloped his profile, softening the typically sharp contours of his face.
"Has your cold gotten better?
Didn’t I tell you not to work while you’re sick?
Do you have no regard for your health?"
Lucas’s voice was icy as he spoke, his piercing gaze fixed on the distant river, his brows slightly furrowed.
Beauty smiled warmly, her expression patient.
It seemed this man still understood her best—he knew she could never stay idle at home, yet he still reminded her not to push herself while unwell.
"I’m feeling much better today.
No more runny nose, just a bit tired and weak.
Even if you told me to sit in my room and do nothing, I wouldn’t be able to!"
As she spoke, she took a step forward to stand beside Lucas, their shoulders nearly touching.
Together, they watched the neon lights shimmering over the river, the endless stream of cars on the bridge, and the two large ships gliding slowly across the water in the distance, their horns echoing faintly.
The moonlight was gentle, the night breeze soothing.
It was such a beautiful evening, and somehow, both of them seemed to cherish it deeply.
Without realizing it, they had developed an unspoken understanding, a silent harmony between their hearts.
With beauty in his arms and moonlight cradling their dreams, the night passed in tranquil warmth.
The next morning, Lucas rose early and left for the company.
This year’s jewelry gala was a collaboration between Marson Corporation and a renowned international brand—a powerhouse alliance that had sent shockwaves through New York and the global market.
Nearly everyone was eagerly anticipating the unveiling of this year’s most stunning jewelry design.
Meanwhile, Beauty had barely gotten out of bed before she began sketching on a sheet of white paper spread across the table.
She had only just outlined the initial concept—now, it was time to refine the intricate details.
The ring she was designing featured ninety-nine diamonds of varying sizes.
At its center was a red love knot, flanked by angel’s wings inlaid with blue diamonds.
Yesterday, Lucas had only seen the double happiness knot, which made him feel the design was too simplistic.
After all, the hallmark of internationally fashionable jewelry was grandeur.
So today, she had enveloped the entire diamond ring with angelic wings on both sides—elegant, sophisticated, with impeccable clarity and purity, every line crafted to perfection.
Whether under artificial light or natural sunlight, it shimmered like a galaxy of stars, guaranteed to captivate the hearts of sophisticated socialites with a single glance.
This was her confidence.
Of course, this was merely her initial sketch.
The real challenge lies ahead.
Every diamond, every facet, every curve required meticulous attention.
Each angle demanded unique shaping, all of which would require her utmost precision in design and craftsmanship.
Inside Nathalie mansion.
Nathalie sat by the pool’s edge in a lime-green swimsuit, her damp hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, her eyes shadowed with gloom.
Ever since Lucas had thrown her out of his villa last time, he hadn’t answered a single call or text.
The thought alone made her seethe, and she had already thrown a tantrum in her office.
Just the mention of Beauty made her gnash her teeth, wishing she could tear the woman apart from limb.
*Crash!*
Her phone hit the floor, the screen shattering instantly.
Nathalie’s face paled with fury.
"Who’s upsetting my precious girl?"
Her mother draped in a snow-white lace gown, reclined on a nearby lounge chair, her gaze tender yet indulgent as she regarded her daughter.
She spoke slowly, her voice smooth.
Nathalie slammed her wine glass onto the tray beside her, her brows knitting in irritation.
"That little bitch!
I was so close, but somehow she managed to seduce Lucas again.
He actually threw me out of his estate!"
Her mother’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows arched, her delicate features darkening with displeasure.
With a delicate finger twirling a lock of hair by her ear, she asked, "Who on earth has the audacity to steal my precious daughter’s man?"
"Oh, it’s just that... never mind, I don’t even want to mention that little tramp!
But mark my words, one day I’ll snatch Lucas right back from her clutches.
Only I, Nathalie, am worthy of being the Mrs. of the Marson family!"
As she spoke, Nathalie rose from the swimming pool, grabbed a towel from the nearby tray, and wrapped it around herself.
Dabbing at her damp shoulders, a cold glint flashed in her alluring eyes.
Being humiliated by Lucas in front of so many people—all of it was Beauty’s fault.
Of course, she would make her pay.
And not just pay, but suffer excruciatingly.
"Mom, don’t you have some connections in the underworld?
Why don’t you handle this for me?
Make sure it’s done quietly—so that little witch can never seduce anyone again.
First, I’ll ruin her face, then destroy her virtue.
Let’s see if Lucas still wants her after that!"
Nathalie lifted her gaze to her mother, a sly, fox-like smirk curling at the corners of her eyes.
After a brief pause, her mother replied coolly,
"You said she’s Lucas Marson’s woman, didn’t you?
This isn’t something to take lightly.
If he finds out, our family will be in deep trouble. He’ll make sure we regret it.
We need to plan carefully, not act recklessly." "I can’t wait any longer!
Just thinking about her spending every day with Lucas makes me want to send her straight to hell!
That position was supposed to be mine.
I’ve practically turned myself into his ex-wife already—why can’t I win his heart?"
Nathalie’s voice trembled with fury, her eyes burning with resentment.
Her fingers clenched around the stem of her wine glass so tightly that the bedazzled nails threatened to snap, veins bulging on the back of her hand.
Seeing her daughter in such agony, her mother sighed and finally relented.
"Fine.
If you hate her that much, I’ll go out on a limb for you this once.
I’ll introduce you to a reliable contact in the underworld.
But you can’t reach out directly—use a middleman.
That way, if anything goes wrong, we can deny any involvement."
"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she’s begging for mercy without a trace leading back to us.
Once I become Mrs Marson, our family’s status in New York will skyrocket."
Her mother’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her lips curling into a smug smile.
Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, she added leisurely, "By the way, what has your brother been up to lately?
He’s barely been to the company—hardly ever around.
Do you know anything about that?"
"Of course I know.
My brother’s been seeing someone new lately—none other than my direct supervisor, Sarah.
He’s been fawning over her so much he’s practically forgotten he even has a sister."
"Which Sarah?"
Her mother arched a slender eyebrow, her voice dripping with icy disdain.
"The daughter of the former chairman Logan Enterprises.
Though now that her family’s fallen from grace, she’s just a penniless orphan with no one to rely on.
No wonder she’s clinging to our family for dear life."
The mere mention of Sarah soured her mood.
That day at the Marson residence, Sarah had clearly sided with Beauty, offering no help whatsoever.
She’d never accept a sister-in-law like that.