Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 3

For what felt like forever, Izzy stood frozen on the terrace, barely daring to breathe as Calen’s voice drifted through the small crack in the door. “Yeah, I told you I’d handle it,” he said, li tone casual. “No, he won’t be a problem. I’m sure Isabella can take care of him. You know her, she’s better than me when it comes to negotiations. Do you even remember any negotiations she wasn’t able to close?”

Izzy’s blood ran cold. He was talking about her. He was talking af she’s a tool that he could use. The realization hit her like. a punch to the gut, but she forced herself to stay calm, to focus. A part of her wanted to hear everything while the other wanted to walk in there and slap him in the face.

“Look… I know what you’re worried about, but Isabella can handle it, alright?” Calen continued. “The Horvath Industries would never find anyone as good as her”

There was a pause as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the call. His father. It had to be.

Then, Calen spoke again. “Yeah, send the bonus to my account. l take care of the rest.”

Izzy’s mind raced as she pieced together the conversation. He was talking about some deal she’s about to close, something she had been working on, thinking it was for their future. But it wasn’t. It was all for him.

Izzy slowly turned, peeking through the small opening. Just as she did, Monica entered the room, draped in red lingerie. The sharp click of her heels echoed through the office, and Izzy knew her time was up.

“Don’t tell me she’s getting another promotion?“Monica asked, her tone as sickly as it was earlier as she handed him a glass

of wine

“Do I have a choice?” Calen said. Calen accepted the wine glass from Monica. “Father wanted me to give her something.”

be enough,” Monica said.

won’t understand,” Calen answered.

said she’s been acting like a little princess. Mom cooks her food and prepares it before she even wakes up.How could she let a fifty year

to react before he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. She squealed, the sound sharp and playful as wine splashed

small space, sending a jolt of panic through Izzy, who was just on the other side of that door. Her body stiffened. as she pressed herself tighter against the terrace

had to find a way out–now.

impossible. She stepped closer to the railing, peering over

was her only

She swallowed hard, her palms sweating as she gripped the railing. There wasn’t time to think. If Monica stepped out onto the terrace, it

would rather die than let that happen.

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Chapter 3

leg over the tailing, her body trembling with fear and adrenaline, She felt the rough metal under her hands as she carefully pulled her other leg over, balancing on the edge

the door. They didn’t seem to notice her.

are finally going to pay off. She tightened her grip on the railing and

leaping into her throat. Her feet hit the terrace below with a thud, and for at terrifying moment, she wobbled, almost losing her balance.

crouched low, hiding behind the railing of the lower terrace, hoping and praying that neither Calen nor Monica had seen or heard anything. Her body trembled with fear and adrenaline, but

to stay still