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.

Natasha a hot cocoa and a chocolate bar from her

the family’s maid skip Natasha’s breakfast like it was nothing. The

and clear.

to settle things quietly, but hiring someone to hurt

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deal. The station wasn’t

simple: track down

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he was paid off–not by Natasha, but by Alice N, an old high school classmate of

sisters.

Olivia danced at the same company, always

with a

about Natasha bullying her back in the day–she framed Natasha to kill two birds with

it slide for Natasha’s sake, and the blame would stick.

about to take

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

her modest background, and whatever

passed Natasha, Alice shot her a smug look. ‘Cleared your

she thought, ‘Natasha’s got all

the

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

if Olivia trips, it’s my fault for walking by? She’s so

nonsense is that? You’re bad–mouthing your sister

swinging in

kids, “Olivia’s always been sick, and you drag her out at dawn for this

you. Why turn it into

“Maybe someone’s just desperate for