Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 30

At that moment, Olivia asked if Natasha still remembered Emilia.

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What came to Natasha’s mind first was the last look before her death–a glance that, for a brief second, almost felt like the smile in the painting.

Olivia’s sharp fingernail traced lightly across Natasha’s stiff cheek without leaving a mark.

She said coldly, “Why are you still alive? The Clark family only needs one daughter. Back when you weren’t around, everything was just fine.”

Olivia’s voice was low, like a release of resentment, yet also like a vow. She said, “Natasha, anyone in this world can live well–except you.”

Downstairs, the two had gone too long to get the gift, and the Clarks kept glancing toward the

staircase.

Madeline looked hesitant, asking, “Natasha has a bad temper. You don’t think they’re fighting, do you?”

Andrew stayed seated, fairly composed. “Not today. She won’t make a scene. Relax.”

The most impatient one, Noel, spoke with annoyance. “I’ll go check.” He was about to head upstairs.

Thomas stopped him. “If something really is going on, you’ll only make it worse. I’ll go.”

Letting those two firecrackers be in the same room was risky enough–Thomas feared they’d blow the roof off. Neither of them was ever any trouble–free.

By the time Thomas reached the second floor, he heard Olivia’s urgent, pained voice coming from a room. “Please! Don’t!”

Then came the sound of something hitting the floor.

Thomas froze for a second before quickly rushing toward the noise. The others downstairs heard it too and hurried after him.

Inside the room, Thomas opened the door to see Natasha standing across from Olivia.

On the floor lay a dagger–a army knife encrusted with small diamonds that Thomas had once given Natasha.

Back then, Natasha had been especially into fighting and self–defense, After the whole kidnapping mix–up, Thomas, though often annoyed with her, still thought it was a good idea for a girl to have some way to protect herself.

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someone, the Clarks could handle

Natasha.

didn’t celebrate—Thomas had secretly given her that

thrilled, treasuring it ever since and

on the floor. Across from her, Olivia clutched a painting with a slash through it, tears filling her red

strode over, stepping across the knife, and steadied the tilting painting for Olivia. “Natasha! What

now, the rest of the family had arrived, all

I know you hate that Mom and Dad gave Grandma’s house to me. But if you wanted it, I could have

you.

out on me–why destroy my mom’s painting? She was so good to you when she was alive. Can’t

made her sound even more convincing. Anyone would

Madeline couldn’t hold back.

“I

scoffed. “If it wasn’t you, then who? You two were the

She started with nothing, learning from scratch, ruining draft after draft.

beautiful portraits. This was what she planned to bring for her today. You’ve already caused her death,

chest, raising her voice.

doted

I face her in the afterlife now?‘ Madeline

and Thomas both looked at Natasha with

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they would trust

lived with for years.

they had,

had never expected she’d ruin her own mother’s portrait just

she was going to get something to give to Emilia,

no proof. Even if there were, maybe it

around her, just like the day she woke up and they coldly told her they’d be taking Olivia in

to give in to Olivia, respect her–because she

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