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.

though she was fuming,

tossed the guy who had

wasn’t gentle at all; Alexei

really not going to the hospital?”

need. Someone will

at his severe–looking wounds, hesitating whether to

Alexei’s brow arched,

back dead serious. “Nope. Just don’t need you bleeding out on my property, terrible

I do kick the bucket, my cleanup crew’s got it

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

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

Natasha’s face fell.

jokes, but his guard never dropped. After a couch break to catch his breath, he pushed through the pain and casually scoped the whole apartment–leaning on

Natasha winced at the phantom pain–yet not a damn

way he surveyed the apartment? Certified

it out like

knowing more about him; she just wanted this hot

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Chapter 12

life was already chaotic enough; she

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rug in front of the sofa, dizzy and exhausted, Natasha was already in

many things happened that she hadn’t even

emotional ups and downs, the only thing she felt when she got back to her little nest was

she set the bowl of pasta down on the table. Only then did she dawdle over to take a look at the guy on

that this guy had incredible endurance. Most people would have passed out from losing so much

he really committed a crime, or someone was

like some rich heir, she would think he was

didn’t bother

environment, Natasha had changed into a white long

with tension. As she moved, her slender legs swayed a little, and her tiny, pale ankles

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

was still beating

stepped harder on

wanted to do this to him ever since back in the car, when he was scaring her with all the

back at him.

chilly hand grasped her tiny

let out a

a hint of

anyway, and no patient

her

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