Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 4

“Remind me why I shouldn’t call the police for this… blatant harassment?” he asked, smirking as he savored his whiskey. Standing by the bar, he watched her drown herself in alcohol. It wasn’t the image she wanted him to see, but what choice did she have?

“Harassment?” Izzy scoffed, before tossing back the whiskey he poured her, downing it in one swift motion.

The burn in her throat didn’t even register as she slammed the capty glass on the table. Her vision blurred slightly, but she didn’t care. The alcohol was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. She’s a mess. She felt like a mess. She looked like

a mess.

“And stalking.” Liam said, his voice dripping with amusement. “That’s a crime, isn’t it?”

For a moment, Izzy was tempted to knock that smirk off his face. “I already told you-

“Yeah, yeah, you caught your boyfriend cheating. You’ve mentioned it three times already,” he interrupted, casually swirling the whiskey in his glass. “But how do I know that’s the truth? Maybe you’re just here to spy on me and my projects. We are

rivals, after all, aren’t we?”

Izzy snorted, grabbing another glass of whiskey. She should’ve known what to expect when she saw him. Liam Horvath wasn’t the type to show sympathy–he’d rather talk business than show a shred of concern.

“Slow down. Liam’s voice broke through the haze, his tone more of an order than a suggestion.

Izzy snapped her head toward him, her eyes narrowing, “What do you care?” she spat, her voice sharp. “You must be loving this. You’re probably laughing at me right now,” She attempted to walk towards him but felt her world start spinning. A curse. left her lips.

Liam chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver through her despite her anger. “You’re right,” he said, leaning back against the bar. his eyes locked on hers. “You do look pathetic right now. Definitely not the Izzy I remember growing up with.”

The words hit hard, cutting through her drunken haze like a knife. She hated him at that moment–hated how he could always push her buttons. Her glare intensified as she composed herself. The room tilted slightly as she did. But she didn’t back down. She never did with Liam.

Seeing her current state, Liam chuckled.

“Oh, screw you, Liam,” she snapped. “Stop laughing at me.”

between them in one fluid motion. Izzy could feel the

all you’ve got?” he murmured, his

of anger mixed

away, Liam’s hand shot out, his fingers gripping her chin firmly, forcing her to look at him. His eyes were sharp, cutting through the space between them with a mix of

another man?”

tightened. Anger surged up her throat. She gritted her teeth, her pulse pounding in her ears. The last thing she wanted was to feel vulnerable in front of him, of all people. Not now. Not when she had chosen to walk away from him all those years ago, forcing her

and taunting. “How the woman I’m

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Chapter 4

Liam, falling apart like some weak, broken mess. For a moment, she thought maybe falling off the side of the building would be easier than this. But then she remembered what she had seen

at Liam, her anger boiling over. Her mind was spinning from the alcohol and from everything she had just endured. Driven purely by rage, she blurted out the

of her mouth. Why was she speaking

she couldn’t take them

gone to cute.

expression froze for a split second, his eyes widening just enough to show he hadn’t expected that. His laughter started low, rumbling deep in his throat before crupting

danced with amusement as if

glared at him. The sound of his laughter ortly fueled the fire inside her.

her voice stronger this time, her

her, the amusement fading from his face as the seriousness of her tone finally hit him. His eyes narrowed slightly, studying

gaze on her and, for some unknown reason, this made her feel bolder, more reckless, and desperate for some kind of release from the storm

snapped, her voice trembling. “Today was supposed to be my anniversary with Calen. I was supposed to give him everything tonight–everything” She took a breath, steadying herself. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she reached up and unbuttoned her coat, sliding

as they moved over her. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, just watched her, his

daring him, challenging him. “You’re always there, always reminding me of what I gave up. So why don‘ you just take it? Marry me and be done with it!”

air between them felt heavy, thick with

didn’t know if she meant it or if she was just trying to make him fer something–anything. But in that moment, she wanted to see

stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His eyes locked onto hers. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t mock her Instead, he leaned