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Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth. At the time of this incident, Natasha was nineteen years old. Frustrated by the confrontation, she left her father's house and rode her bicycle to a public space near a slum, almost like a playground. There, she observed other children, less privileged than herself, playing freely and joyfully.

"She is loyal and submissive to me. Isn't that right, babe?" She smiled at him and nodded, then turned tense when Leonard suddenly chuckled. "I'm sure she's very submissive," he said, but there was an underlying hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Tell me about yourself, Natasha." She wiped her mouth and smiled at him. "I grew up with my parents in Seattle. I schooled there, both in high school and college. That's where I met Charlie." "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-six. I have a sister who's a year younger."

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.

He has molested many omegas and she was supporting him. “Ah, she means, our lovely mentally retarded, Luna, "Natasha corrected, and they all burst out laughing. From the corner of my eyes, I can see the guards trying to sniff their laughs. “Did you go to the forest to get ready or roll with dogs in the back,”? Natasha scrunched her nose and tittered while pointing her finger up and down to my state. “Some people are just a trash, no matter what they wear,” “What do you want, Natasha? I don't have time for this,” I said while trying to push past her.

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!"

My daily life. Lukas Trent becomes a monk. It had been about six weeks since I’d gotten laid and I really couldn’t remember a time I’d held out this long. Had the resistance. I didn’t even look at other chicks anymore, not really. Not when Natasha’s body called to me. Begged for me. I wanted the luscious tits that only seemed to grow a bit since I’d met them. They were so soft and she lost her mind with just about anything I did to them.

3 YEARS AGO **NATASHA'S POV** I found myself in the forest just behind my parklands. The smell of smoke wafted through the air, coming from the compound, and the sound of people screaming filled my ears. My heart ached as I ran away from my home, my family, and the woman who had carried me for nine months in her belly. I couldn't save her, and I couldn't even fight for myself so I had to run. My mother's voice echoed in my mind, urging me to run. "Run, Natasha, run!" I pushed my legs to move faster, ignoring the pain. The sound of paws echoed behind me, indicating the presence of seven mature wolves chasing after me.

"You're going to have to stop by here, even just for a few minutes, and sign the papers needed by tomorrow." "I have a secretary, Aaron. Let him send them to me," I replied. Natasha looked at me, gesturing with her hands where her rubber shoes were, and I pointed to the rack. She was wearing a navy blue tee and a pair of capri jeans. Her hair flowed freely behind her, swaying with every move she made. Damn, I can't wait to see her with a baby bump. "You have the laziest ass in the world, Michael. It's just a ten-minute drive from your house to your building."

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He saw Dark enter the library. “Cherry, it’s good, and you’re awake.” Natasha looked at the woman who was talking to her. She was shocked when she remembered her. “What’s the problem?” Patricia looked at the girl. Natasha suddenly tamed her face and acted submissive. “Nothing, aunt; I just woke up feeling bad.” Patricia looked at the girl searchingly. After making sure there was nothing unusual, she spoke to her again. “I’m leaving, and I’m going to work. You should clean up here and not just flirt with Dark.”