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, Natasha still fell for

back to her apartment and casually tossed the guy who had

move wasn’t gentle at all;

you really not going to

Someone will come by

at his severe–looking wounds, hesitating whether to

brow arched, mockery dancing in

don’t need you bleeding out

if I do kick the bucket, my

but not haul your live ass outta here?” Natasha practically

that were curling up into a smile. “No, because I need to give you

Natasha’s face fell.

couch break to catch his breath, he pushed through the pain and casually

loss turned his face ghost–white. Natasha winced at the phantom pain–yet not a damn sound escaped

he surveyed the apartment? Certified

it

about him; she

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Chapter 12

life was already chaotic enough;

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in front of the sofa, dizzy and exhausted, Natasha

short days, so many things happened that she hadn’t even had a proper

only thing she felt when she got

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

in the car that this guy had incredible endurance. Most people would have passed out from losing so much blood, but he stayed alert

committed a crime, or someone was after him for

look like some rich heir, she would

didn’t bother bending

safe environment, Natasha had changed into a white

As she moved, her slender legs swayed a little,

no reaction from him, she tried stepping on his chest with

still beating strong,

on

him ever since back in the car, when he was scaring her with all the terrifying punishments his enemies might do if they caught her. Now was the perfect time to

back at him.

chilly hand grasped her

she let

woman, whose eyes revealed a hint of guilt

unconscious anyway, and no patient could withstand

soon, her foot might

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