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.”

would be

understand,” Calen

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

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

sending a jolt of panic through

her. She had to find a way

impossible. She stepped closer to the railing, peering over the edge. The drop was dizzying. There was no way she could. climb down all the way to

her only

swallowed hard, her palms

would rather die than

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Chapter 3

rough metal under her hands as she carefully pulled her other leg over, balancing on the edge of the terrace. Below, the small platforrn of the lower terrace seemed farther

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

in middle school are finally going to pay off. She tightened her grip

feet hit the terrace below with a thud, and for at terrifying moment, she wobbled, almost losing her balance. But he caught herself, clutching the railing tightly, her knees shaking from

of the lower terrace, hoping and praying that

to stay still