Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

After Ntasha finished the call, she stepped out of the bedroom, finding the living room empty.

Alexei was nowhere to be found again.

His physique was strong, and by now, he was pretty much recovered. But who knew what he was scheming? He hadn’t made a public appearance yet, though he was spending more and more time outside.

He didn’t go out of his way to hide his identity, so Natasha naturally figured out which family he was from.

Back in the day, the young heir of the Turner family rarely showed up in the media. Natasha thought it was just him being low–key, but now it seemed more like avoiding enemies.

Natasha seriously suspected that, aside from his legitimate businesses, Alexei definitely had some shady dealings under the table.

And the Turner family was even more complicated than hers. Even though Natasha stayed on the fringes of their circle, she’d heard how intense the infighting in the Turner family had been lately- kidnappings, car accidents, tax evasion reports…

With Alexei’s disappearance, the one who’d kept all the factions in check, the ambitions lurking in the shadows had sprouted like weeds. Alexei’s grandpa had been so furious he’d ended up in the ER multiple times.

As a result, his children were now fighting tooth and nail over the potential inheritance.

But none of that had anything to do with a small fry like her.

After submitting her illustrations to her editor, she plopped onto the couch and texted Alexei [Coming home for dinner tonight?]

In some blood–stained basement, the most aggressively ambitious Melvin lay in a mess of blood and piss, limbs limp like a corpse. Several feet away, his only son, Nathan, blindfolded and wailing like a banshee, was equally terrified.

Under the dim light, a tall, sharp–browed man lounged comfortably in a chair. The shadows highlighted his striking features as his long, pale fingers toyed idly with a small knife.

“Unde Melvin, I heard you’ve been recruiting a lot of old hands lately and even secured big foreign funding. Guess all that lying low was just prep for this grand comeback, huh? You still got it.”

Melvin was already a sobbing mess. He had thought that Charles, that ruthless mafia boss, would never fail. But to his shock, Alexei was so damn lucky, escaping even when surrounded by dozens

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Now Charles’s hideout had been wiped out, and all the pawns Melvin had planted in the Turner Group over decades were uprooted. His recent arrogance felt like a sick joke.

terrifying than he’d imagined. This nephew of his, who shared

I’m still your uncle. If you kill me, your grandfather won’t let Melvin

you off,”

Melvin? Of course, I won’t kill you. But people have to face the consequences of their actions.

gaze shifted to his bound son on the other

slept with someone’s fiancée and got the groom–to–be beating down his door. Then, just over two weeks ago, he and his

of the Turner family. Such rotten genes–I don’t think they should be passed on. What do

Nathan go!” The man spent his life spreading his seed everywhere–yet only got

on the other side, masked men with medical tools

was tied

the hell away! What are you doing?!” Nathan thrashed in

followed by a scream that shook the walls. “Ah! Alexei,

Nathan passed out from the pain. And Melvin’s eyes were

over. Everything was

almost cannibalistic gaze. “Alexei, you little

a tramp, and you’re the little freak she birthed. You’re both freaks. No wonder everyone fears you! Hates you!

Alexei picked at his ear, unfazed. “Such

a guard

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dare you! Ah!” With that,

die, but

of blood, the atmosphere suffocating, yet the perpetrator seemed long accustomed to such

figure melded seamlessly with the dark, oppressive gloom of

placed to the

coldly severed

words on his phone and then tossed the black gloves to someone

an international meeting with East Skeivania later,” Shawn hurriedly

didn’t even

speechless, murmuring inwardly, ‘Fine. Lately, Mr. Turner has been slacking

turned to Shawn in surprise. “Where’s he

and made a face. “He said he’s going home to water

rose.”

this, Dylan narrowed his eyes in

were flying. The Grim Reaper had taken up gardening?‘ he

said he was coming back for dinner, his phone hasn’t

kept pouring in