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Natasha had no intention of setting foot back in that house, but Andrew's call about her grandma's place pulled

her in.

Her childhood was a heavy, gray cloud, with one bright spot: her grandma.

Everyone blamed Natasha for her aunt's death, saying she owed Olivia everything, but her grandma never made

her play second fiddle.

“Kids don’t cause accidents,” she’d insist, shielding Natasha from the guilt of a life lost. She'd say it loud, for all

to hear.

That little courtyard at her grandma’s was Natasha's only escape, a place to breathe free.

The Clark family’s guilt had twisted into favoritism for Olivia over the years, but her grandma loved Natasha

harder for it.

Maybe she saw the day Natasha would finally break from the Clarks, so she announced, in front of everyone, that

the house would be Natasha's.

But her sudden passing left no will, and now the deed sat with Madeline. The plan was to pass it to Natasha as

part of her dowry once she got married.

“Miss Clark.” The maid at the door froze, caught off guard.

Natasha was a rare sight-maybe once a year, tops.

The maid started working for the Clarks after Natasha had already moved out. She'd pegged Olivia as the real

daughter, just using her mom’s last nbecause her parents were so tight.

First tNatasha showed up, the maid mistook her for sfreeloading cousin, earning a sharp scolding from

the butler.

The Clarks barely mentioned their second daughter. Most parents would worry about a kid moving out so young,

but they acted like it was nothing.

The maid stole another glance at the “forgotten” daughter.

Natasha was pure Clark-more than Olivia. The Clarks were a good-looking bunch, and Natasha got the best of

both parents.

Without the rumors painting her as trouble, her beauty would've been the talk of the town.

Olivia was pretty, but next to Natasha? A sparkler beside a firework. Good thing they rarely shared the spotlight.

But with Natasha storming in like a hurricane, the maid sighed. Dinner was about to be a mess.

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When Natasha walked in, Madeline jumped up. “Natasha! Csit, we made your favorite- macaroni cheese.”

Natasha glanced at the table, her face flat. “That's Olivia's thing. Not mine.”

She was all about spicy food. Always had been. As a kid, Andrew and her brother Thomas would tease her with

hot sauces, laughing when she’d gasp and fan her mouth, then fuss over her with milk or soda.

Madeline would end up chewing them out. But when Olivia arrived-born early, fragile, needing special meals-the

Clark table went bland to cater to her.

Madeline's smile wavered, then bounced back. “No biggie. We've got plenty of food. If you're not into it, I'll have

the kitchen whip up something else.”

Natasha didn’t bite. She dropped into a chair and locked eyes with Andrew. “You said we'd talk about Grandma's

house. Let's do it.”

Andrew’s face tightened. “Can’t you relax ‘til after dinner? You're acting like you're here to collect a debt.”

Natasha just pressed her lips together.

“Hey, wrong seat,” Noel said, strolling in from gaming upstairs. “That's Olivia's spot.”

The Clark table had a setup: Madeline and Andrew on one side, the three kids on the other. Olivia always sat

between Thomas and Noel-Natasha’s old spot, taken when she was six.

“Didn’t know we started labeling chairs,” Natasha shot back. “What if | wanna stay?”

“It’s just a seat,” Olivia said, flashing a quick smile to smooth things over. “Let her have it.”

Noel glared but backed off when he remembered the cops mentioning Natasha's injury. He muttered something

and sank into his chair.

Olivia's smile tightened, a flicker of annoyance in her eyes.

With the family feeling guilty about Natasha, she wasn’t about to stir the

pot.

Thomas didn’t want to sweat the small stuff, but seeing Olivia at the table’s end, he spoke up. ‘Olivia, take my

spot.”

“No need, Madeline cut in, waving a maid over. “Grab a chair for Olivia, put it by me.”

No one blinked when Natasha got stuck with the end seat. But Olivia? Suddenly it was a tragedy, and the whole

family scrambled to fix it.

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Noel caught it and shot her a smug look. That was enough. Natasha stood, marched over, and plopped into

Thomas's seat. “This one’s better.”

Now it was Natasha, Thomas, Noel.

Noel's jaw dropped. “What's your deal?”

Natasha shrugged. “Just don’t wanna catch your stupid sitting too close.”

“Natasha!” Noel snapped, half-rising.

“Alright, chill, you two,” Madeline said, half-laughing. “You're not kids anymore.”

Still, their bickering felt oddly familiar,

and a smile tugged at her lips. om

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Andrew softened. “Why not move back hfor a bit? We can look out for you.”

Thomas and Noel nodded along, Noel even looking kinda hopeful.

They seemed so genuine, so worried. But Natasha knew the game.

A slap, then a sweet. Just enough warmth to keep her hooked, make it hard to walk away.

Until she and Olivia clashed again-then they'd turn on her, no question.

It made this “family” moment feel cheap.

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Natasha leaned back, smirking. “Speaking of bad blood, y'all forgetting something?”

Noel blinked, lost. “Huh?”

“That whole hired a hitman’ thing you

pinned on me,” she said, voice light

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