Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved novel Chapter 10

The staff had parked the car in the garage, and by the time Natasha got it out, Olivia was waiting, planted right on the curb.

She stepped in front of the car, blocking Natasha’s path like she owned the road.

Olivia’s dress was still a wreck, stained with grime, her hair a wet, matted mess from some spilled soup. But despite looking like she’d crawled out of a dumpster, she was practically radiating smug

victory.

Natasha could picture it clear as day–Olivia sweet–talking the Clark family before heading out, playing the poor little victim who still cared about her “baby sis,” trying to glue the family back together.

What a warm, fuzzy scene–doting parents, happy siblings, total Hallmark BS.

The two faced off by the car, the air crackling with tension.

“Natasha, I told you, didn’t I? Everything you’ve got, I’m taking back, piece by piece. You owe me,” Olivia said.

Natasha glared at her adoptive sister, who’d been fighting her for every crumb since they were kids. She didn’t mince words. “What’s so great about my hand–me–downs? Anything I’ve touched, you just gotta snatch up like it’s treasure, huh? Olivia, you a creep or just that pathetic?”

“Keep running your mouth,” Olivia scoffed, her face darkening before a sly smirk crept back. “You’re dying for Grandma’s house, aren’t you? Way more than when the Clark family shares got handed to me. Too bad. After my car crash, Mom promised me that estate. In three days, it’s mine.

“Some fortune–teller said I’ve got a weak vibe, that I need something old–like a house–to keep my life from going off the rails. So Mom and Dad picked that one without a second thought. Funny, huh? The thing you’ve been obsessed with forever just falls into my lap.”

Natasha’s fists clenched, knuckles white. She flashed back to her parents‘ shifty looks when she’d brought up the estate, to Andrew’s slip about “giving it to your sister.”

So it wasn’t just talk–they’d already decided. Engaged or not, that house was never gonna be hers.

Andrew’s threats were just a weak stall tactic,

She’d come here clinging to a pathetic shred of hope they’d at least honor her grandma’s last wish.

‘What a sick joke, she thought bitterly.

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