Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 6

“Number one, this marriage is in name only.” Izzy said, signing the prenuptial agreement with a sharp flourish. The document was clear–everything they brought in or earned during the marriage would remain their own. Simple, clean, and professional. No emotions involved.

“Name only?” Liam leaned back against the loveseat they shared, raising an eyebrow as he regarded her.

“Yes” Izzy placed the pen down and crossed her arms. She was about to let him play games with her. “This is temporary. An arrangement. Nothing more.”

“An

“An arrangement?” Liain leaned forward, smirking as if he found the entire conversation amusing “Interesting choice of words

Izzy glared at him. “Your grandfather and my grandfather wanted this. It’s one of the conditions for our trust funds. This marriage lets us get out inheritances, and once that’s settled, well go our separate ways.”

“Now, now. Liam’s smirk grew wider, “You’re making it sound like I need this marriage.”

“You do need this marriage.” Izzy’s words came out sharper than she intended. If she was right, Liam’s grandfather would not let him manage the company that he owned if he didn’t marry her- the granddaughter of his old best friend who died years ago. This was something that both of their grandfathers agreed to even before they were born. However, Izzy forcefully asked her grandfather to cancel this engagement years ago. Now, here she was, talking about the very same engagement that she hated in front of her ex fiance.

Itam’s eyes glinted, his smile never faltering. “Do I need to marry you to get my grandfather’s inheritance? Yes. Do I need that inheritance to live iny life? Absolutely not.”

Izzy’s retort died in her throat. His confidence rattled her, and she hated that he was right. He didn’t need the money. He could walk away from this, and his life would barely change. She, on the other hand, had plans–plans that involved getting her inheritance, getting back at Calen, and setting her life on a path she controlled.

Liam watched her closely, clearly enjoying the way she was struggling to come up with a response. “You, on the other hand.” he continued. “Need this marriage far more than I do. You’ve got a score to settle, and I happen to be the key to that revenge of yours.”

Izzy’s jaw tightened. She wanted to argue, but the truth stung too much to deny. He was right. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, but she stayed silent, glaring at him instead.

Liam chuckled softly, the sound infuriating her further. “Look,” he said, leaning forward. “I’m a gentleman. I’ll help you out. You get your revenge and I’ll play along. Then I get my inheritance as a bonus but I am doing you a favor.”

“And what do you want in return?” Izzy snapped, her irritation bubbling over. How could he do something like that without anything in return? The Liam she knew would leave no stone unturned to get what he wanted. The man started his business when he was twenty. He is stubborn as a mule.

is a

glare deepened. “You’re insufferable.

won this argument. “The question is,

work, you know that?” she shot back.

that why you practically showed up last night with your lingerie on and proposed

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had her cornered. She needed this marriage more than he needed it. Liam was simply calling her out on it. She bit her lower lip as she tried her best

this price for your help?” Izzy’s eyes narrowed.

he considered her question. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing you can’t

being cryptic and just say what you

our roles well. Convincing enough to make everyone believe we’re happily married.

at him in disbelief. “That’s

smirk didn’t waver. “Not pretend, Izzy. You’re going

his words, the underlying implication in them. She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off. “And don’t act like you weren’t expecting this.” He leaned in closer, his face only inches from

can’t believe you’re calling yourself

this.”

to be my wife, especially in front of my grandfather.. We both win.” His eyes locked onto hers, unflinching. “This is a business deal, a

arrangement. But the thought of having to play the part of his loving wife, even temporarily, was enough to make her stomach turn. Still, the

she muttered through clenched teeth

wavered. “The feeling’s

smug look off his face, but she forced herself to stay composed. She couldn’t give him

“I don’t done.”

this to last any longer than it has to,” she said, her voice low. “The moment we both get what

relaxed, as if he hadn’t just turned her entire plan upside down. “But until then, you’d