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,”

won’t understand,” Calen

her food and prepares it before she even wakes up.How could she let a fifty

again and downed it in 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

spun her around and pinned her against the glass door of the terrace. The bang reverberated through the small space, sending a jolt of panic through Izzy, who was just on the other side of that door. Her body stiffened. as she

through her. She had to

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

her only chance.

she could fall. She swallowed hard, her palms sweating as she gripped the railing. There wasn’t time

rather die than let that happen.

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Chapter 3

with fear and adrenaline, She felt the rough metal under her hands as she carefully pulled her other leg over, balancing on the edge of the terrace.

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

it. All those gymnastics in middle school are finally

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

the lower terrace, hoping and praying that neither Calen nor Monica had seen or heard anything. Her body trembled with fear and adrenaline, but she forced herself

to stay still