Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Thomas, closest to the chaos, grabbed Natasha’s arm and yanked her back hard to keep her from going full psycho.

Her waist slammed into the cabinet, right on yesterday’s bruise. She let out a sharp hiss, but it got swallowed by everyone’s gasps. Nobody gave a damn.

All eyes were glued to Olivia’s face. Noel, her brother, shot Natasha a look that could kill before bolting for the first–aid kit.

Lucas and Madeline hovered around Olivia, fussing over her like she was fragile porcelain.

Olivia, still reeling from the slap, thought, ‘That little punk actually hit me!‘

Natasha had always been all talk, never throwing hands. In their family spats, Olivia always came out on top, cool and smug..

She’d never taken a hit like this.

‘What is Natasha’s deal today?‘ she wondered.

Fuming inside, Olivia played the wounded card. “Natasha, I know you can’t stand me, but what’d I

do this time?”

Andrew’s eyes nearly bugged out. “Why the hell’d you smack your sister?”

Natasha smirked. “Why’d you smack me?

“Swing first, then point fingers. Didn’t I learn that from you guys?”

Andrew flashed back to the slap he’d landed earlier but was still livid. “I hit you ‘cause you paid some goon to ram your sister’s car! You gonna play innocent? Is this what I raised you for? Hurting family, breaking laws, and not even sorry?”

“Paid someone?” Natasha’s mind jumped to Olivia’s crash last night. She let out a sharp laugh. “Where’s the proof?”

Andrew jabbed a finger at her. “Proof? The driver who hit Olivia already spilled–you paid him. If Olivia wasn’t so forgiving, you’d be in cuffs right now, you hear me?”

“So, just the driver’s word. No real evidence.” Natasha’s voice cut like a knife.

you hated me this much. If I’m the problem, I’ll leave the Clark family, ditch town, vanish for good. Just stop messing up because of me. Stop fighting Mom and Dad.

If you wanted to bounce,

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supposed to mean?” Andrew roared, practically shaking. “Olivia’s only here because of you. You got some

lips clamped shut. The comeback she wanted to spit stayed stuck in her throat. Because, yeah, she

rock crushing her for years, stealing her parents, her brother, her home, her future. She was the villain,

anyone’s leaving, it’s you, Natasha. Having a sister

added, “Natasha, apologize

a deep breath. “I’m not owning up to something I didn’t

to swing again, but she dodged

who’d been silent.

She gave a bitter chuckle.

“If I’m guilty, let the cops figure it out, not you guys pinning BS on me with no proof. I’m not

Clark family froze, jaws on the floor. She actually

flopped onto the couch, huffing like he’d just run a marathon. Olivia, icing her face, let a flicker of panic slip across her

let it slide, but you wanna make a

“If they nail you, we are not bailing

she was cocky, calling the cops because she thought

piece of

a vibe: if they couldn’t straighten Natasha out, maybe the

wrist. “Say sorry to Olivia.

“Yeah, you just slapped her for

The other was

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grovel?”