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Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

Mr P responded, acknowledging the breach. "In that case," Natasha declared firmly, "I kindly request your immediate absence." Her meticulously crafted business plan was finally complete, a testament to Natasha's dedication and vision. As she eagerly awaited the next steps, Mr. P took the time to explain her packed schedule, leafing through the comprehensive document in his hands. In a professional yet assertive manner, he informed her of an urgent flight she needed to catch, essential for securing a coveted fashion design deal. Additionally, a board meeting loomed just 20 minutes away, scheduled to take place in the office. However, Natasha's current state of mind, influenced by a dishearten

Martha was leaning against the kitchen island while she waited for her coffee to be ready. Natasha sat down on the stool closest to her mother. She still had her night gown on and the weave in her head appeared to have a voice of it’s on, an angry one at that. “I don’t have much to do this morning,” Natasha informed her mother. “I haven’t been able to sleep these past few days so I’ve spent my nights working on proposals for a show I have to pitch to management next week.”

In this lifetime I refuse to make the same mistake of siding with the aristocracy and Christopher Goddess-damn Caspien. "But to invest in the store, they can not know that it's me, Natasha Nicholai, one of the Royal Princess and the first daughter of the Grand Duke of the north. If that happened, the owner will think that I'm part of the aristocracy and would throw away any possibility to make a deal with me. For he detests the aristocracy, just as much as I do. And I can not let that happen!"

Natasha slowly walked through the room, her fingers brushed against the spines. Then she stopped, an entire shelf, actually several shelves. Fashion magazines, fashion photography books, model biographies. Natasha blinked because that was unexpected, Ethan had never seemed interested in fashion. Curious, she pulled out a magazine, the issue was years old, she flipped through it casually. Then froze, there she was, a younger Natasha, her stomach tightened slightly. She placed the magazine back, then another caught her attention. Each one contained, different years, different campaigns, different stages of her career.

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

she asked, genuine now. Natasha considered the question, surprising herself with the honesty of the answer. “Because I helped build the armor he wears,” she said. “And because I know how lonely it is inside it.” They stood a moment in a truce neither trusted. From the doorway, Delphine’s voice cut the quiet. “You lost, or just bored?” Natasha turned, let the jab slide. “Neither. Leaving.” She glanced back at Ava. “You’ll be hearing from investors who want to ‘help.’ Say no to the ones who spell help with an asterisk.”

I rubbed my temples hard, trying to push back the headache already forming. People like Xavier didn’t belong in my world. He was richer than God, and I was just… convenient. A single mother he could file away whenever he got bored. Falling for him would be catastrophic. I couldn’t even imagine the look on my children’s faces if he eventually turned them away. That pain? I can’t let it happen. Not ever. The faint sound of approaching footsteps made me lift my head. Natasha walked into the dining area, a soft hum slipping past her lips, her streaks of gray threaded through black hair pulled into her usual tight updo. She reached for the newspaper on the table, pencil already in hand, probably

Hearing Natasha's words, Mary looked at her in surprise and asked, "What are you talking about dear?" In response to her Mother's question, Natasha said, "I am talking about my biggest enemy, Natalie. Natalie has deceived us all. We knew that she was a stupid girl from the village, but in fact, she is an educated doctor. I saw her with my own eyes sitting in the hospital and seeing patients and after collecting information about this, I saw that she is indeed a doctor. She is a compassionate doctor who treats patients for free. I took advantage of her gentle heart and destroyed her."

“Yes, a stroll with a book in your hand, am sure even those strolls were just to change a scenery from the library to somewhere where there is fresh air and I am certain that when you found a good stop. You would just sit there and continue reading. With no time to look around you and take in the nature and the beauty of that garden.” Natasha flushed in embarrassment, that is exactly what she usually did, even the day she found her mate, there was a party at the packhouse and she had just turned eighteen three days ago but had not found her mate because she was always alone. She went to the party that day but got bored and left.