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Natasha’s expression was ashen. “I’ve told you. Lucas and I are over. I won’t marry him.”
Madeline fumed. “Your tantrum won’t change anything–we’ve sent the invitations.”
“Then let your beloved Olivia take my ce.” Natasha shot back.
“Stop this nonsense. Olivia and Lucas are close only because of her treatment. And her boyfriend, Roderick, died saving Lucas. Without him, do you think you two could have dated all these years?”
“Perfect. Then Lucas is herpensation.”
“How heartless. I don’t care–you will be at the party tomorrow.”
“No. I’m busy.” Natasha’s refusal was t. It wasn’t an excuse. Alexei had proposed a way to repay that kissst night–apanying him to a Turner family lunch tomorrow.
Madeline’s face darkened. “If you don’t show, what happens to the birthday and engagement party? You’ll disgrace the rks.”
“What does the rk name mean to me? You even nned this party without my input. We’re long settled.” Natasha sneered.
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The cruel words flew out. Seeing Natasha’s instantly changed expression, Madeline faltered, with a twinge of regret. She knew how much Natasha hated this “debt of life.”
Watching Natasha’s rigid posture and bloodless face, Madeline turned her head away and spoke sharply, “Your grandmother left me a pair of heirloom emerald bracelets.
“She said one was for Olivia, and the other for you. You don’t even want your grandmother’s keepsakes anymore?”
Madeline knew exactly how to trap Natasha. A bitter smile touched Natasha’s lips. “Last time it was Grandma’s house, now it’s the Suttons‘ bracelets. When those are gone, Mrs. rk, what will you threaten me with next?”
Ignoring a pang of unease, Madeline stood her ground. “You are my daughter. That bond
cannot be broken.”
Though Natasha gave no clear answer, Madeline left confidently. She knew Natasha so well.
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With Josephine’s house just burned, Natasha would never let thest emerald bracelet be destroyed.
Lucas, informed that Natasha woulde, breathed a sigh of relief. Their misunderstanding can be resolved over time, but the fact that they’re a couple must be made official.
Alexei returnedte from a business dinner. Shawn was about to drive him to his nearest property when Alexei redirected him to Natasha’s
apartment.
Shawn thought wryly, ‘Mr. Turner’s gotten used to being kept, huh? Choosing this tiny girl’s ce over a mansion–shameless.‘
But he obeyed instantly and headed to Natasha’s apartment. ‘Since Mr. Turner met Miss rk, his temper’s softened. A blessing for everyone. Only a fool would let a potential Mrs. Turner slip away,‘ he mused.
Sure enough, once downstairs, Shawn was dismissed. As Alexei walked upstairs alone, Shawn silently prayed for Natasha. He knew the drunken Alexei was no pic.
But upstairs was opposite his expectation. Alexei unlocked the door with his fingerprint. The apartment was dark, lit only by streetlight. A small figure was curled on the couch.
Alexei had drunk heavily but wasn’t incapacitated. Alcohol, however, stripped away restraint. Normally, he’d turn on the lights and ask what was wrong.
Tonight, he shut the door and walked straight to the couch. He gathered the soft form into his arms, settling her sideways on hisp–an intimacy far beyond their defined rtionship.
Natasha had been sitting on the couch, lost in thought, when she’d drifted off to sleep. She jolted awake as someone lifted her. Her body suddenly pressed against a warm, broad chest.
Her fist flew out, caught in a powerful grip. A body thick with masculine energy pinned her gently but firmly in ce.
If she hadn’t recognized the voice, she would’ve thought some bold intruder had snuck in. “Stop it,” Alexei said.
“What are you doing? Let me go.” Natasha struggled. Alexei held tighter, stroking her hair, pinching her soft arm–like petting a cat.
Alexei’s head felt fuzzy. Subconsciously, he’d marked her as “safe“-no cloying perfume, no malicious intent. He felt an overwhelming sense offort. His touches grew bolder.
Alexei’s build was already brimming with raw strength, and when drunk, he became
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Exhausted from struggling, Natasha wrinkled her nose at the man nuzzling against her neck. With a flick of her hand to wave away the smell, she asked, “You’re drunk?”
“A bit,” Alexei murmured. “Had a visitor? Got bullied in your home?”
“How do you know?” Natasha was startled.
Alexei smiled, not answering. The disturbed shoes, the misced water ss, and the lingering unpleasant scent–details in darkness screamed at him. Years in danger had honed
his senses.
And he’d noticed Natasha only slept curled on the couch when upset. The confined space gave her security. Letting her know he’d observed her habits would only make her more audacious.
“Tell me about it?” He rested his head against her neck, his thumb stroking her cheek.
“It was my mom.” Perhaps needing to ease the gloom weighing on her heart, she didn’t hide her embarrassment from her only listener.
Hearing about the birthday party and the nned engagement announcement, Alexei’s eyes flew open in the dark. Drunkenness gone, reced by lethal sharpness.
A silent, coldugh formed. Alexei knew the rks‘ hypocrisy—always patching things toote. And Lucas? This was his formal deration of war.
Once announced, society would ept it. That perception would disadvantage Alexei, the outsider. He suspected Lucas would cement it tomorrow regardless of Natasha’s presence.
Fingers idly twisting the lock of her hair, Alexei chuckled. “Since they’re so eager to invite us,
we must go.”
“Us?” Natasha asked.
“Yeah, I’ll go with you.”
“But the Turners‘ lunch is tomorrow?”
“No matter. We’ll catch the first half at noon, the second in the evening. We’ll satisfy all eager spectators.”
Arrogance dripped from Alexei’s perfect features. Natasha heard no reluctance–only eager, almost mad anticipation.
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“What? Don’t want me there?” He nuzzled her cheek, his gaze intense, thumb brushing her lip.
Natasha leaned back, evading his tease. “Want it? Of course I do.”
In the darkness, Natasha’s brow lifted slightly, a silent smile curving her lips. There was aposed, even alluring air about her, like a hunter relishing the moment her fallen right into her trap.
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Natasha thought, ‘I’ve never been one to put on airs. To have someone to lean on and not use it? That’d be dumb.‘
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