Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 12

When the chaos finally settled, night still pressed down hard.

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A policewoman, worried Natasha might crack, offered to take her to the hotel, only to be shooed away with a “I just want to be alone.”

Natasha stood frozen before the rubble heap, minutes bleeding out, before finally dragging a leg gone pins and needles.

At her car, just as her fingers brushed the door handle, a rustle in the weeds alarmed her.

Calmly, she popped the door, grabbed the pocket knife from the glovebox, and slow–stepped toward the shadows.

Parting the overgrown weeds, she froze. Under a sky speckled raw with stars, a man lay sprawled— all sharp edges and icy stillness. Even flat on his back, she could tell he towered. Looming frame, stupidly perfect build.

His eyes—the kind that’d pull one in and swallow one whole–were shut tight. Blood, now dried and cracked, streaked across his face. Made those already cut–glass features look carved from Arctic stone–detached, refusing to soften.

Most importantly, Natasha knew this man.

She nudged the unconscious man with her toe. “Tsk. Who’s this poor little stray?” She drank in the blood–streaked, broken beauty for precisely three heartbeats before spurning on her heel and walking away.

But halfway through her turn, bone–white fingers snaked out and locked around her ankle–cold as grave dirt.

The man had opened his eyes sometime ago, staring at her in amazement with his deep eyes. “To treat your savior so cruelly? Miss Clark is really heartless.”

‘Don’t all girls have soft hearts and strong morals?‘ he wondered.

Natasha wasn’t surprised that he knew her name. When the police chief scrambled out, sweating bullets, to greet him that day, she knew this guy wasn’t just anyone.

So what?

She snorted. “Every damn crime show screams it: Never pick up stray men on the roadside. And hey, Mr. Savior–has nobody told you you’re giving off major fugitive killer vibes right now?”

‘Seriously, what kind of saint bleeds out in a weed pile at midnight?‘ she said inwardly.

Alexei, who’d personally dumped two men into wolf dens tonight, let out a dark chuckle. “Damn

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right I am. But since when did a killer and an arsonist not make a match made in hell?”

His eyes pinned Natasha’s suddenly stormy face. Though flat on the ground, being looked down upon, he had an air of superiority that could see through people’s hearts.

fuming,

the guy who had intentionally draped his arm over her shoulder

gentle at all; Alexei

you really not going to the

will come

wounds, hesitating whether to say

me?” Alexei’s brow

“Nope. Just don’t need you bleeding out on my property,

kick the bucket, my cleanup

live ass outta here?” Natasha practically had “Get out, now!” flashing neon on her face, her nose scrunched,

into a smile. “No, because I need to give you a chance to repay

Natasha’s face fell.

dropped. After a couch break to catch his breath, he

his face ghost–white. Natasha winced at the phantom

way he surveyed

tuned it out like

in knowing more about him; she just wanted

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chaotic enough;

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in front of the sofa, dizzy

days, so many things happened

the only thing she felt

the bowl of pasta down on the table. Only then did she

that this guy had incredible endurance. Most people would have passed out from losing so much blood, but he stayed alert and kept an eye on his surroundings, constantly

a crime, or someone was after

didn’t look like some rich heir, she

you still alive?” She didn’t bother bending down, kicking him with

in a safe environment, Natasha had changed into a white long dress,

pretty face was tight with tension. As she moved, her slender legs swayed

no reaction from him, she tried stepping on his chest with her smooth red–painted

was still beating strong,

on it a few

back in the car, when he was scaring her with all the terrifying punishments his enemies might do if they caught her. Now

back at him.

his chilly hand grasped her tiny

let out a

woman, whose eyes revealed a hint of guilt mixed with forced

unconscious anyway, and no patient

up soon, her foot

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