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.”

bonus would be enough,” Monica said.

understand,” Calen answered.

like a little princess. Mom cooks her food and prepares it before she even wakes up.How could she let a fifty year old woman who helped her when she was orphaned do all the work?” Monica said, pouring Calen another glass

one go. Calen didn’t give Monica a chance to react before he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. She squealed, the sound sharp and playful as wine splashed onto her red lingerie. A drop trickled down her chest, but neither of them seemed

panic through Izzy, who was just on the other side of that door. Her body stiffened. as she pressed herself tighter

had to find

possible escape. The terrace next door was too far to jump to, it was impossible. She stepped closer to the railing, peering over the edge. The drop was dizzying. There was no way she could. climb

was her only

wrong move, and she could fall. She swallowed hard, her palms sweating as she gripped the railing. There wasn’t time to think. If

die than let that happen.

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Chapter 3

tailing, her body trembling with fear and adrenaline, She felt the rough metal under her hands as she carefully pulled

toward the door. They didn’t seem to notice

was it. All those gymnastics in middle school are finally going to pay off. She tightened

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

hoping and praying that neither Calen nor Monica had seen or heard anything. Her body

to stay still