Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 205

Alexei left, carrying with him the cup of tea Natasha had carefully bought after her meal.

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When he noticed the drink in her hands, a faint warmth seemed to soften his otherwise icy expression.

All things considered, it was fortunate they parted without bitterness.

Natasha's hectic, multifaceted life returned to a simpler, two-point routine.

Yet each tshe went home, she would instinctively glance back at the shadow that once followed her.

Other than the doubled balance in her bank account, no one knew he had ever been there.

The anniversary of Emilia’s death conce more with relentless rain.

Unwilling to return home, she slipped into the apartment she had yet to vacate.

Collapsing on the bed, she feigned the stillness of a corpse-silencing her thoughts, her breath, her awareness of

the world.

After an indeterminate stretch of time, a cold hand brushed her forehead. A voice spoke, “Natasha, what sort of

morbid gare you playing, hiding away here alone?”

Natasha's eyes flew wide open.

Standing before her was Alexei, covered in wind and rain.

His hair was damp, his clothes were still dripping, and his face was flushed from running.

“Alexei!” Natasha cried with joy. She didn’t know why, but she was suddenly very happy and hugged his waist.

“Why did you cback?” Still wet from the embrace, she looked up at him and asked.

Awkwardly averting his eyes, Alexei drew a small box from his arms, protected carefully from the rain. He

answered, “I suddenly remembered someone’s birthday is coming. | think | once promised to spend it with her.

To prove | keep my word, | cback.”

He spoke as though it were casual, but in truth, returning so suddenly was an enormous risk.

Natasha opened the box to reveal an exquisite pair of dance shoes.

Her eyes curved into a smile, “I'm so happy.

“Alexei, thank you.” She rushed forward to hug him once more.

On a day when the whole world abandoned her, at least he remained.

Alexei watched her smile, and in that instant, the shadow of regret disappeared.

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“Happy birthday, Natasha,” he whispered, gently stroking her hair.

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In the end, that small room was never vacated.

Alexei quietly bought it.

After that, they never met again.

Alexei was dangerous, and he refused to drag her into his dark, bloodstained world.

Until one day, word reached him from a subordinate: Natasha had been in a car accident.

Alexei himself had sent the protector. Even though he had concealed every trace of their connection after her

birthday, he still insisted on leaving someone at her side, just in case.

He never regretted that decision.

Thanks to the bodyguards’ quick response, Natasha's leg injury was not severe.

How could a girl who lived for dance lose her stage?

He rushed back overnight from a war-torn country and found her, forgotten by her family, lying alone in the

hospital.

When she saw him, her tearful eyes resembled a stray cat's, and she called out his nwith plaintive relief.

“I once thought you would be better off without me, but clearly, | was wrong,” he said

He extended his hand to her and asked, “Natasha, will you cwith me?”

From then on, nurturing this fragile rose bechis responsibility.

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Alexei didn’t show up directly; instead, he used Rhea’s nto make Natasha leave the Clark family.

This process is not difficult.

The Pena family handed Andrew several major projects he had always coveted and hinted that Rhea, childless

and deeply fond of Natasha, longed for a companion.

Andrew deliberated for less than half a day before sending Natasha and her belongings to Rhea.

Olivia wanted to object, but she had a car accident on her way hfrom school, leaving her with an injured leg,

and was still hospitalized at the time.

By the tshe returned home, the die was cast; Natasha had even transferred her household registration to the

house her teacher Rhea had ‘given’ her.

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No one knew that Alexei was listed as Natasha's guardian.

A boy not yet twenty thus began raising a little girl more than three years younger than him.

Only much later did Alexei realize he had taken in a mischief-maker.

After leaving the Turner family, Natasha began cautiously testing boundaries. But once she discovered the depth

of his patience, she pressed further.

Like a fledgling imprinting on the first figure it sees as mother, even though she grew close to Rhea, deep down,

she acknowledged only Alexei.

Every day, she called to demand his whereabouts. If he returned even slightly injured, she interrogated him

endlessly. When he occasionally cooked, she complained his ribs were no match for a chef's.

It was as if Alexei lived under her spell.

One day, lying gravely injured in the ruins, listening to her chatter through the phone, the realization struck him:

he had to survive.

If he died, who would protect that delicate little rose?

Natasha, thousands of miles away, seemed to sense his struggle; her voice softened, tinged with tears. “Alexei,

you must live and cback to see my performance,” she said.

Her constant questions, her clinginess-those were mere pretenses. But her fear for his life was not.

She knew he was endlessly busy, with countless enemies seeking his head. And she herself was powerless-she

knew nothing but dance and painting. So she could only whisper over and over: “Alexei, I'm waiting for you to

chome.”

She even braced for the worst: if death came, at least she would know where to find his body and bring him

back.

That time, Alexei did return-bloodied, battered, but alive.

During her recovery, they spent long days together, something they had not shared since the rental house.

That night, Natasha knocked on his door, pillow in hand. Ignoring Alexei, still wrapped in bandages, she slipped

straight into his bed.

Alexei let out a helpless laugh, “Natasha, has no one taught you the proper boundaries between men and

women?”

She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He reached to move her, but she slyly wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her head to his stomach.

“Sleep, I'm so tired,” she said.

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Beyond worrying about how risky it was for such a young girl to be so close to a vigorous young man, Alexei had

endless other concerns-her studies, her dance competitions, her diet, her clothes...

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And whether she might fall into early romance with that clingy childhood friend.

For the first time, Alexei realized raising a child was truly arduous.

So, to solve the problem once and for all, he sent her abroad with Rhea to study.

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While living abroad, daily transatlantic calls remained constant. What changed was the bright, beautiful, and

talented dancer growing into her own and the increasingly mature young head of the Turner family, who was

making waves.

On the day he officially took over power from the elder, he relocated his mother’s grave to the South Hill and

picked up the renowned dancer, who had returned from a global tour with her teacher, at the airport.

The girl jumped into his arms like a rabbit. She cried, “Alexei, you haven't visitedin twenty-four days.”

Alexei hugged her tightly, then lowered his head and kissed her hair. “No, it’s 24 days, 7 hours, and 45 minutes,”

he corrected. That was how long he hadn't seen her.

“Don’t ever miss my performances again,” she said.

Alexei replied, “Never again. | will be there for every one of your special moments.”

The car stopped at the civil affairs bureau.

“Natasha, want to get out?” he asked, standing outside and extending his hand with a smile.

Natasha placed her hand in his, her smile bright. “Yes,” she replied.

From the moment he took the hand that would lead her away all those years ago, their fates were destined to

intertwine, through life and death.

On that day, the lonely wolf king married the little rose he had raised himself.

From then on, every day was bright.

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