Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 39

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When Natasha first moved out at eighteen, Madeline had secretly visited her place. To save money, Natasha shared an apartment near the university with a friend.

It was crowded and noisy–right by a commercial street. But Madeline was angry at Natasha’s defiance, hoping hardship would force her home. Though it hurt, she stayed out of it.

Natasha, stubborn as ever, never asked for help. By the time Madeline reconsidered, Olivia said Natasha had moved.

Madeline assumed she’d accepted their money for a better place. Subsequent meetings were either at the Clark mansion or elsewhere.

This was Madeline’s first visit to Natasha’s new home in years. Her first impression upon arriving at Natasha’s place was how tiny the house was.

Accustomed to sprawling estates, the compact space felt stifling for Madeline. Margot’s accusation of favoritism echoed uncomfortably. The smallest property gifted to Olivia dwarfed this

apartment.

Alexei was out. Natasha let Madeline in and poured her a cup of water. The quiet tension between them was thick.

Madeline took a breath. “This place is too cramped. Thomas will arrange a new apartment for you.”

“No need for that. I can’t accept it.” Natasha’s refusal was flat.

Madeline fumed. “Why not? You’re our daughter. A house is nothing—we’d look bad if we shortchanged you.”

Natasha scoffed. “I’m afraid you’ll demand it back someday.”

her money and had maids search her bags, banning valuables. They treated

single suitcase

accused her of ingratitude and spite. Andrew,

do you want? Ungrateful! You won’t rest until you’ve torn this family

come back. But if you have any spine,

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Clutching her suitcase, nails bleeding into her palm,

to be born.

Olivia got $170k-$300k monthly. I got $300. If you’re fine with people laughing at how little you spent on your daughter, let’s tally it

had been incredulous. “We restricted you because you wasted money. And we gave

them,” Natasha’s voice

Step out that gate, and not a single Clark

demanding her repayment, and Andrew hadn’t truly

rights is this hard, I won’t covet a single thing that

clear line. The support she’d received was her legal due, far less than the Clark standard. She owed them nothing. If necessary, she’d

nothing. Getting less before eighteen meant aking more later would only

on, she never once turned

never regretted it. At first, she scraped by on part–time wages, stretching one bread for two meals and crying

was hers, earned by her bare hands. No one could reclaim it,

Madeline shift uncomfortably, and she touched her nose.

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