Chapter <b>202 </b>


    “Baby, easy now,” he panted suggestively as he moved slightly.


    His actions made Natasha flush from the heat.


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    She opened her eyes dazedly and saw the ‘battlefield‘ where she had fought the night before. It was covered in circr red marks resembling her teeth imprints. They hadn’t faded yet, and some were almost breaking the skin.


    She kissed it as she soothed, “No, no, it does not hurt.”


    Alexei smiled as he held her down, suggesting, “Kiss other ces too.”


    Natasha gently kicked his leg under the covers<b>, </b>signaling him to know when to stop.


    Then, she looked down at herself before feeling justified. She thought, “I should be the one who deserves more pity, shouldn’t <b>I</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Even when told to release his grip, Alexei clung on shamelessly, causing her to cry out uncontrobly.


    “No, you can’t,” she mumbled, pressing down on hisrge member.


    “Baby,” he whined as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. He was as clingy as Daron.


    There was a series of continuous knocks on the door. Natasha leaned back slightly, her brows furrowed, and she desperately grabbed his hair.


    “No… I can’t. We need to go out soon,” she moaned.


    “I will be mindful of time,” Alexei replied.


    Daron was taking a morning walk in the hallway when he heard some soundsing from the master bedroom. They seemed like someone was crying, and it made him stop and listen closely, trying to understand what was going on.


    ‘Okay, they are ying games again,‘ it thought.


    Daron shook its head and pattered away, apanied by the rhythmic, increasingly intense sounds.


    Sunlight flickered through the room, offering even less escape than the hazy moonlight of the night before.


    Shyness was pointless; it would only embolden someone to behave worse.


    Theforter was soon discarded, bunched into a ball, and rolled under the bed like the forgotten remote control.


    In the bright, sunlit room, a crimson rose, still glistening with droplets, quietly bloomed while a devotee pressed reverent, lingering kisses upon each petal.


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    Natasha did not manage to leave the house that day either.


    Yet the days that followed soon became a difficult trial for Alexei.


    Naomi skyrocketed to fame with Sophia’s new dance drama. She now enjoyed immense recognition and international acim, and was already preparing her own solo production.


    She invited Natasha, her long–time partner, to serve as the choreographer.


    To preserve Natasha’s best performance at work, Alexei was forced into an ascetic routine.


    He had no choice but to return to thepany and work with discipline, earning more money for his wife to spend at her leisure.


    Shawn was so busy that he grew dizzy and exhausted. Even with a sry boasting endless zeros, he could hardly keep up. Every day, he thought of ways to invite Natasha to visit thepany.


    Driven by a desire to provide, Alexei became truly formidable. Their group, already invincible, now expanded several times over.


    To put it boastfully, employees of Turner Group grew weary of earning so much money.


    But perhaps it was true: love softens people. Alexei’s approach had be noticeably gentler. Though no one dared provoke him, his reputation and approachability had greatly improved. <fn1198> Read full story at find·novel</fn1198>


    Everyone knew that if you upset Alexei, there was still hope–provided you could win over Natasha.


    Of course<b>, </b>somecked such discernment.


    One evening, after returning from Naomi’s ce, Natasha received a text from Sadie containing nothing but a garbled symbol.


    Alexei, who had long been sleeping alone, restrained his eagerness. He emerged clean and fragrant, ready to attend to his partner, only to discover upon opening the door that his wife was nowhere in bed.


    Still in her pajamas, Natasha rushed with her bodyguards to the Torres residence. They broke down the front door with force, and the entire household of the Torres family was roughed up.


    Fortunately, they arrived just in time.


    Sadie’s stepmother and stepbrother, realizing they could neither defeat her nor seize control of the Torrespany, devised a wicked scheme,


    If they could not inherit as heirs, then bing inws would serve as an alternative.


    While Leo was away on business, they dismissed the servants and nned to assault Sadie that very night.


    Luckily, Sadie was alert, and Natasha arrived swiftly.


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    When Leo returned, he was utterly stunned.


    He thought he had given enough to the mother and son, wondering how they could be so insatiable as to plot against his daughter.


    But the stepmother sobbed uncontrobly, pleading through torrents of tears.


    Leo softened once more.


    Sadie sneered. Herst shred of filial affection for her father had already been severed the moment he protected the mother and son who nearly sold her into the mountains. Watching him plead now, she immediately ordered Natasha’s bodyguards to beat all three of them.


    The stepmother and stepbrother were both imprisoned, while Leo was directly stripped of his position and formally relinquished power.


    Natasha also pulled strings with Ramona to ensure the mother and son received a “special” wee in prison.


    Ramona, already adept at handling Olivia’s case, took them in hand. One lost a hand; the other was rendered impotent.


    Leo was initially unwilling to retire young and was confined to a nursing home, causing frequent trouble. But Natasha gave Sadie an idea: threaten him by saying that if he were unwell, his old me would be brought out to care for him.


    Leo instantly behaved himself upon hearing that.


    Having witnessed the miserable state of the mother and son, he knew that forcing his stepwife, who despised him and his daughter, to care for him would be akin to sentencing him to death.


    Besides, the deranged old woman in prison was nothing like the pure white jasmine he had once cherished in his heart.


    It must be said, men can be truly pragmatic.


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    Despite this minor disruption, Natasha’s work during this period progressed with remarkable smoothness.


    Naomi’s performance was an undeniable triumph. A gifted dancer by nature, paired with Natasha’s exquisite choreography, they formed a perfect union, amplifying each other’s strengths. On stage, she radiated brilliance.


    At the conclusion of the performance, she smiled and addressed the audience.


    Naomi began, “To reach where I am today, I must thank a benefactor who extended her hand at the most pivotal moments of my career. Without her, there would be no Naomi.


    “Here<b>, </b>I would like to formally introduce her to you all: an extraordinary choreographer and a magnificent dancer, Please wee tonight’s special guest and the performer of the final act, Miss Natasha.”


    The stage lights illuminated.


    A striking woman in a flowing ck dance dress gradually emerged before the audience.


    She performed “Tide Song,” a piece that had never before been presented to the public.


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    For years, the outside world had only heard whispers of the mysterious choreographer “N.” Rumor had it that the piece “Chasing the Wind,” giarized by Olivia, the solo of the heroine in Master Sophia’s ballet, the iconic dance from a blockbuster film, and countless other acimed works, were all her creations.


    It was said she was wealthy and pursued choreography purely out of passion, which exined her limited output. Each work was as rare as a treasure.


    This marked the very first time “N” revealed herself to the public.


    Few could have imagined that this prodigious choreographer was not only so young and beautiful but also possessed dancing prowess rivaling that of seasoned professionals.


    Her performance was deeply stirring, her emotions woven seamlessly into every movement.


    A brilliant, defiant life–born of the tide, vanishing with its ebb–resonated profoundly with every


    present.


    When the final note faded, many in the audience quietly wiped away tears.


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    She bowed gracefully for her curtain call, and the theater erupted with thunderous apuse.


    Among the audience, Rhea, seated with Sophia and Andrea, watched with satisfaction the student she once regretted losing. Though years had passed without contact, this student had pursued her dream along another path.


    Sadie, Ramona, and their friends acted as the loudest cheerleaders, pping vigorously and snapping photos during her bow.


    From the stage wings, a slender figure also watched, smiling, their gaze brimming with pride and admiration.


    It was said that after this debut, countless people sought to unmask “N” true identity. Some even extended invitations for her to join their dance troupes, but she rejected them all without exception. For a long time thereafter, this remained her only public stage appearance.


    Yearster, an audience member who had witnessed this very performance encountered her again at an autograph session for a celebrated artist–only to be stunned by the revtion that two masters from different worlds were, in <b>fact</b>, one and the same person.


    “Do you have any regrets?” Alexei asked as they left the theater, walking slowly to the ce where they had


    first met.


    Natasha smiled softly and shook her head.


    Life could never be wless. She was content to remain behind the curtain, working in the field she had always loved. The stage would always wee new talent, and the world behind it held its own worth. She had learned to embrace imperfection.


    Alexei smiled, gently stroked her hair, then knelt before her with flowers in hand, in a gesture both familiar and heartfelt.


    He sincerely asked, “Miss rk, if you are fulfilled in your career, then in life, will you give me the honor of spending the rest of it with me?”


    In his hand gleamed a meticulously crafted diamond ring.


    The storms of the past had passed; he now longed to build a radiant future with her.


    Natasha’s eyes curved into a smile as she said, “Mr. Turner, you already know my answer.”


    His lips lifted as he slid the ring tenderly onto her finger.


    Natasha reached out, and he embraced her tightly, lifting her into his arms and spinning her in circles. The man, usually cold and restrained, suddenly shouted to the heavens, “Natasha, I love you!”


    Natashaughed with joy, replying, “Alexei, I love you too!”


    Their gazes locked with tenderness. Alexei drew her close, lowered his head, and kissed her with fierce passion.


    He


    gave thanks to fate. Though it had once been cruel, it had ultimately granted him Natasha.


    All past hardships were forgiven.


    Above them, fireworks burst brilliantly in the night sky, while lovers below held each other close.


    From this day forward, through every passing year, their love would endure, and they would walk together for <b>a </b>lifetime.


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