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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Alexei strolled back to Natasha, 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

and now

frowned. ‘She’s a

yank her to her feet, but–bam–he got shoved forward, crashing

something soft, his hand grazing her

somewhere even softer.

soft. New territory. Alexei, caught off guard, gave it

with Natasha, her gaze

then ignored, now sat off to the side, blinking like a kid

his weight, sucked

through her arm, and this guy–hot or not–was still parked

to him all nigh. “Nobody

“What?” Alexei blinked.

nose in

could blink, her slim arms yanked his neck down, and crack–her forehead slammed into

cutting through the night. Sirens wailed as police barreled toward

like a chump, laughed low. “This how you thank

into her old spot, voice

off, her face half–hidden in the dark but smirking. “Yup. ‘Cause I’m the

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of the city,

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Chapter 3

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Shawn Carter rushed in with a lawyer, he couldn’t stop sneaking glances at the woman who’d sparked a rare flicker of kindness in Alexei–and then

a rare kind of gorgeous. And

for a kill order,

he got,“Dig up

blurted, too

who hadn’t cared about a woman in years, was interested?

him

Shawn snapped, “Yes, sir!”

glare at Alexei,

about to dig up her whole life–and probably

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dawn crept in, her phone kept buzzing

stepped through the door, her dad, Andrew Clark, laid into her with a

damn embarrassment to this