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.

in, voice soft but calculated. “Natasha, I didn’t know you hated me this much. If I’m the problem, I’ll leave the Clark family,

cute. If you wanted

1/3

3:17 pm

Chapter 4

55 vouchers

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

stayed stuck in

parents, her brother, her home, her future. She was

stormed back with the first–aid kit, glaring at his pale–faced sister. “If anyone’s leaving, it’s you, Natasha. Having

added, “Natasha, apologize to

“I’m not

to swing again, but

been silent. “You

She gave a bitter

knew by heart, and said, “If I’m guilty, let the cops figure it out, not you guys pinning BS on me with no

jaws on the floor. She actually called

the couch, huffing like he’d just run a marathon. Olivia, icing her face, let a

sister was big enough to let it slide, but you wanna make a scene? Fine. Clean up

added, “If they nail you, we are not bailing you

figured she was cocky, calling the

piece

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

grabbing her wrist. “Say sorry to Olivia. If she drops it,

slapped

sarcasm. “Those slaps? One was for Dad hitting me over her. The other was for

2/3

8:17 pm $

Chapter 4

grovel?”