Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

The day shift brought a new crew of cops to the station.

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When they heard the 911 caller was also the prime suspect, their brains froze, like they missed their morning coffee.

Usually, anyone bold enough to waltz into a precinct to clear their name is either a slick crook with connections or actually innocent.

One look at Natasha’s cool, steady face, and the cops bet on the latter.

Still, the victim’s family was dead set, so the cops had to play along and dig in.

Then the kicker: the victim and suspect were sisters. Olivia, the adopted daughter, was being pampered like a princess, while Natasha, the real daughter, stood alone, demanding a chance to prove herself.

The female officer taking notes untangled the family drama and shot a look that said, “What the hell?”

The Clark brothers–one stone–cold, the other losing his cool–treated Natasha like public enemy

number one.

As questioning rolled on, the supposed motive came up: Natasha was allegedly jealous of Olivia since they were kids, thinking she stole her boyfriend.

The officer glanced at the guy fussing over the pale, coughing Olivia–handing her meds, water, a blanket, the whole deal–and threw him a look that could sour milk.

‘Really, dude?‘ she thought. ‘He is practically glued to her side. Do they need to catch them in the act to call it shady?‘

Natasha stayed quiet, playing ball with the investigation, and the officer’s heart went out to her.

When their eyes met, Natasha flashed a chill smile that hit like a spark.

‘Damn,’ the officer thought, ‘this girl’s too gorgeous to be a killer. Then she eyed Olivia and nearly rolled her eyes. ‘Rich people drama, straight out of a reality show.

Feelings couldn’t sway the case, though.

grabbed Natasha a hot cocoa and

skip Natasha’s breakfast like it was nothing. The

and clear.

injuries were minor, and she wanted to settle things quietly, but hiring someone

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Chapter 5

big deal.

was simple: track down the hit–and–run driver and

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Natasha, but by Alice N, an old high school classmate

sisters.

at the same

Olivia with a small injury to steal

the sisters‘ bad blood–and still pissed about Natasha bullying her back in the day–she framed Natasha to kill two birds

for Natasha’s sake,

to take

felt bad for the driver, she pushed for a deal. Neither he nor Alice

just a paycheck for her modest background, and whatever

Alice shot her a smug look.

thought, ‘Natasha’s got all the money, but

left the Clark family

stinging from the slap he’d given Natasha that morning, felt a twinge of guilt but turned it into blame. “If you hadn’t been such a bully

laughed, pure disbelief. “So, if Olivia trips, it’s my fault for walking by? She’s so fragile, why not put her in a bubble and pray to her

that? You’re bad–mouthing your sister again!”

swinging in

rushed over, glaring at her husband and kids, “Olivia’s always been sick, and you drag her out at

on, face sour. “You knew it wasn’t you. Why turn it into a

someone’s just desperate for