Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

ovely wif

Chapter 1

Isabella “Izzy” Rossi’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she admired her reflection.

The full–length mirror in the fitting room captured every sultry detail of the lingerie draped over her body. The sheer bustier hugged her curves like a second skin, its lace design leaving just enough to the imagination. The matching G–string that pecked through was perfectly framed by the garter belt. A thigh–high stockings that accentuated her long, sculpted legs.

The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, highlighting her smooth, jade–like skin. Her breasts sat high, pushing against the lace in a way that made her feel both powerful and inesistible. She tilted her head, admiring the way the ensemble cinched at her waist, making her look like a masterpiece ready to be unveiled.

“What do you think?” The sales attendant’s voice cut through her thoughts from just outside the door.

Izzy’s grin widened. It was perfect. “Yes, it’s perfect,” she called back. She imagined the look on her boyfriend Calen’s face when she surprised him tonight to celebrate their anniversary- their third anniversary.

To Izzy, their third anniversary wasn’t just a celebration, it was the moment she had chosen to offer herself to him–fully, unreservedly. The thought sent a thrill coursing through her.

A flicker of excitement danced in her chest. Would he be ready for this?

“Can I wear it out?” she asked, already knowing the answer but relishing in the scandalous thrill of it all.

There was a then the sales attendant replied, “Of course. Just had me your card, and I’ll handle the bill.”

a subtle flourish. She could almost hear the attendant’s breath hitch on the other side of the door as she handed it over zzy chuckled to herself. Power wasn’t just in

Her sides, eyes locked

flat, sull thinking she was in Brazil, wrapping up some deal for the company. Just a few hours ago, he had called her, his voice soft with regret. He wished he could’ve been there with her, celebrating their anniversary together. But his father, the owner of the company she was working for, had

He didn’t know she had landed in San Francisco four hours ago He had no clue that she’d wrapped up the deal a day

definitely didn’t know that she was already heading

boutique and savored the night air again her skin, excitement making her pulse quicken. With a quick wave of

off guard. Calen had given her a key card to his building

this.

would he do when he saw her? Surprise would flood his face first, but she knew what would

out at the blurred city

heart drummed in her chest as she paid the fare and stepped out onto the curb. She slipped the card from her pocket, feeling its smooth edges between

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around her body as the elevator doors slid open. A wave of nervous excitement rushed through her as she stepped inside,

that would follow when he saw her standing there in the lingerie she had carefully chosen for this night. Her fingers brushed the smoth fabric of her coat, feeling

She stepped onto the soft carpet of Calen’s floor. Her footsteps slow as she approached his door. She pulled out the key card and swiped it, the door unlocking with a faint click. Smiling to herself, she pushed it

entered, she noticed the low, sultry hum of jazz rousic filling the room. Izzy

different reason. Was he drinking again? she wondered. It wasn’t like him to have music like this playing unless he was trying

put