Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 7

“Hey are you listening?” Monica’s voice pulled Izzy out of her spor.

“Sorry, I was thinking about something.” Izzy said.

“Is it work again? Come on! You just arrived from a work trip, practically exhausted and sick. Can you at least take some time off Monica asked, frowning. Her beautiful blue eyes glinted with something that Izzy thought of as hate. If this had happened in the past, she would have thought that Monica hated Calen and Izzy’s job. Now, Izzy knew this was Monica showing her hate towards her. Had she been this naive for year

“Calen asked me to finish something and send it to him,” Izzy lied. She had just arrived from her chaotic escapade with Liam, and the last thing on her mind was the bag that Monica wanted to buy. In just a day, Izzy went from being excited for her anniversary, to being betrayed by her cousin and boyfriend, and to marrying the man she hated. It felt like a dream–a nightmare–and a part of her still wanted to wake up from it all.

“I told you, Izzy, that man is overworking you like a damn horse Monica shifted her weight in Izzy’s bed. She then lay on her side, supporting her head with her palm. “That man has been with you since you were in college, and he has been taking advantage of you.”

Izzy let out a chuckle. How could Monica talk like this, as if she wasn’t the one screwing Calen just a night ago?

Two–faced, Izzy thought. How could she say all these things, sound so concerned, and then stab her in the back? No. Monica didn’t just stab her. In fact, stabbing her would have been better than what she did.

Monica betrayed her. Hate started coursing through Izzy’s body. She fought the urge to confront her cousin as she closed her eyes. She had to make a plan. She had to stay calm in all this. She couldn’t fight this battle without firearms, without ammunition.

And to do that, she had to stay in this place for a little longer.

“Don’t worry about it,” Izzy said with a smile, though she wasn’t sure how she managed it after everything that had happened. She had no idea how she found the strength to lie down next to Monica, keeping up the act that everything was perfectly fine. But then it hit her: her need to make them all pay was stronger than the pain she felt at that moment.

“Anyway, as I was saying, the bag needed some sort of VVIP card It’s actually not that expensive. I’ve been saving for it for my birthday next week. However, I was informed that I actually needed a card to buy it. I mean…” Monica started talking about a new limited edition bag from a brand called De Lune. It was a French bag well known for its quality and price.

On normal days, Izzy would have immediately offered to buy the bag for Monica. Over the years, Izzy had always bought her extravagant gifts for her birthday. Izzy snorted inwardly. That would have to change this year.

“Hey! Are you listening?” Monica asked, pouting.

“I am. De Lune’s become one of the top brands lately. I’m honestly surprised they let people just stroll into their stores without any appointments.” Izzy’s casual reply only deepened Monica’s frown. “If you really want to buy one, you have to spend thousands in their store to get that card. Perhaps hundreds of thousands of purchases would suffice.”

Monica’s

De Lune is well known for making their

have that card? Perhaps I can just borrow

that attitude. She would ask Izzy if she had this or that and get disappointed when Izzy didn’t. Then she would start talking less and less and would soon ignore

up, Izzy thought this was just normal

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Chapter 7

younger sister as she’s a few months younger than Izzy. In the end, she would give in and

Not today.

Not again.

a fan of De Lune. But if you really was one, maybe you can buy those goods? They sell scarves, among other things. I’m sure you’ll

in her voice. “Anyway, I am really tired. I should just go back to my rogo. Finally, Monica sat back up and got down from Izzy’s queen–size bed. “Right,

“I badly need to sleep.” What

walked towards the door without saying anything else. Seeing this, Izzy smirked inwardly. She had already expected this type

room, closing the

locked her door. Then she leaned against the locked door and patted her chest. She’d thought she would explode the moment she say Monica again. She thought

She was wron

wrong.

silence feeling almost oppressive. For more than ten years, she had called this place home, and a part of

until now.

as it hit her. This room was smaller than Monica’s. Not just a little smaller–significantly smaller. All this time, she had lived here, thinking she was just as

though it had its own bathroom, was modest in comparison. It had a simple closet, nothing extravagant, which was fine with her. She never cared about buying expensive things,

large windows, she parted the heavy blackout curtains that had shielded her from the outside world for years. The warm San Francisco air hit her as she stepped out onto the small balcony. For a moment, the fresh air felt like a relief. She allowed herself to smile, even if it was

the city’s faint lights flicker in the distance. The

listening carefully.

was whispering, not too far from where she stood. She quickly realized the voice was coming from