Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Alexei Turner was in a foul mood, storming out of the Turner family’s grand mansion. Halfway home, he bailed on his ride, leashed up his dog, and figured a walk might shake off the bad vibes.

Big mistake. Or maybe the best one he’d made all night.

He stumbled right into a scene straight out of a gritty movie. A stunning, broken–looking girl–like a rose that’d been stepped on but was still fighting–stood cornered by a pack of lowlife creeps.

She was delicate, sure, but the fierce, do–or–die spark in her eyes? It hit him hard. Reminded him of a scrawny wolf pup he’d survived with in the mountains when he was ten.

All growl, all claws, defending its patch of dirt like it was a kingdom. Fragile, but burning with stubborn life.

That wolf ended up dead by his hand.

This girl, though? She was the same, flashing her thorns, ready to draw blood from anyone who came too close.

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When she snapped a guy’s arm with that cold, untouchable vibe, it was like nothing could faze her.

Alexei, usually as warm as a glacier, watched with a flicker of interest. Then, for reasons he couldn’t quite pin down, he waded into the mess.

Up close, the girl was a knockout–face one’d remember in their dreams. But those big, clear eyes? They hit like a sucker punch, glittering like they held every star in the sky.

When she shot him a shocked look, he felt it in his gut.

His fingers twitched, itching to shield those piercing eyes staring right through him.

“Screw it, he thought. ‘If I am in, I am all in.’

Plus, he could use a good brawl to burn off some steam.

The thugs‘ screams came fast and loud. If they were just sore before, now their bones were ground to dust.

They were kicking themselves now. They’d been paid to spook her, nothing too heavy–boss’s orders: no obvious marks.

But she was too gorgeous, and the idiots got greedy, thinking they could sneak a cheap thrill.

Huge mistake. The beauty was a viper, striking hard and fast. And this random guy who rolled up was like death himself. They had no doubt–if killing was fair game, their necks would’ve been snapped already.

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This was a disaster. A total trainwreck. The head goon was sweating buckets.

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who was sprawled out, watching the chaos. He smirked, voice dripping with snark. “Quick hands, but you’re too soft. Gotta yank the weeds out by the roots, or they’ll just creep back. So, princess, what’s my

who could’ve handled it herself and

‘She’s a

her feet, but–bam–he got shoved

her injured arm,

somewhere even softer.

caught off guard, gave it

Natasha, her gaze wide and stunned, staring right back

and then ignored,

under his weight, sucked in a sharp

not–was still

him all nigh. “Nobody

“What?” Alexei blinked.

poke your nose in street

neck down, and crack–her forehead slammed into

the night. Sirens wailed as police barreled

chump, laughed low. “This how you thank your

into her old spot, voice

in the dark but

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heir, king of the city, got

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with a lawyer, he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at the woman who’d sparked a rare flicker of kindness

was a rare kind of

for a kill order,

got,“Dig up

Shawn blurted, too

who hadn’t cared about a woman in

him a

Shawn snapped, “Yes, sir!”

off, throwing one last death glare at

of Alexei about to dig

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dawn

Clark,

a damn embarrassment to this