Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 47

Izzy sat calmly, her hands folded neatly on the table as the murmurs of the boardroom quieted. Her expression was unreadable.

For years, she had chosen to dim her own light, stepping back so Calen could stand at the forefront. It hadn’t been out of obligation–it was love, or so she had convinced herself at the time. She believed in him, in their shared ambitions, and she had willingly allowed him to take the spotlight..

She had crafted reports, refined proposals, and negotiated deals behind the scenes. She’d spent countless sleepless nights just for him to be acknowledged by everyone. Each success Calen claimed had her fingerprints all over it

When the board praised him for his leadership, she had smiled from the shadows, content that her work had helped him succeed. She told herself their wins were shared, that his triumphis reflected on them both.

But betrayal had a way of rewriting those memories. The trust she’d placed in Calen, the sacrifices she’d made for him–it all

to change.

felt like a cruel joke now. He hadn’t valued her, hadn’t seen her. And today, that was a crifices she’d made for him–it all

CEO Weiss cleared his throat, commanding the room’s attention. “Before we announce the results of the vote, I want to commend both of you,” he said, his gaze shifting between Calen and Izzy. “This was an exceptionally close race in terms of the quality of your proposals. Both plans had merit and showcased impressive foresight and innovation.”

Izzy remained composed, her gaze steady as she watched CEO Weiss. Calen, who was seated across from her, shifted slightly in his chair, his confidence thinly veiled by a forced air of indifference.

However, CEO Weiss continued, his eyes narrowing slightly. “The board had to make a decision based on what we believe is best for the future of LX in Macau. Out of fifteen votes, thirteen–including my own–have gone to one candidate.”

The silence in the room was deafening. Izzy could feel the weight of Calen’s stare, but she refused to look at him. Instead, she kept her focus on CEO Weiss.

“We are pleased to announce that Miss Isabella Rossi has been chosen to lead The Pearl Resort project.”

A ripple of applause broke the tension. Izzy rose gracefully from her seat, a small, professional smile on her lips as she extended her hand to CEO Weiss. He shook it firmly, his expression one of approval.

“Congratulations, Miss Rossi,” he said. “Your vision for this project aligns with LX’s future.”

“Thank you, CEO Weiss,” Izzy replied. She turned to the board, her smile widening just enough to convey gratitude. “Thank you all for your trust and support. I look forward to ensuring that The Pearl Resort becomes a landmark of innovation and cultural respect.

She felt Calen’s gaze burning into her back as she moved to shake hands with several board members. It was a familiar sensation, that intensity of his when he felt cornered, but she refused to acknowledge it. There was no satisfaction in his defeat–only the quiet vindication that came from reclaiming what was hers.

of murmured congratulations from other members of

Miss

proposal was

the bar for LX”

accepted their praise with quiet dignity. She had spent so long downplaying her own brilliance for the sake of someone else’s ego. Today was proof

chair with a

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LX will host a jala at The Grand Solstice Hotel, one of our

glances, some

of The Pearl Resort project but also mark the tenth anniversary of LX’s presence in Macau. It is a celebration

We w

formally recognize our Employee of the Year,” Weiss added. “This honor will go to someone who has exemplified excellence, innovation, and commitment to 1.X’s values over

curiosity flickering beneath her composed exterior. Events like this required meticulous planning, yet there hadn’t been so much as a whisper about any

there were those who relished moments like this and those, like Calen, who saw them as thinly veiled

all senior staff,” Weiss said, his tone leaving no room for interpretation.” “I expect each of you to represent LX

a faint smile touching his lips. “Miss Rossi, I hope you’ll be prepared to share a few words about your vision for The Pearl Resort at

head slightly, her expression calm. “Of course, CEO Weiss. It would be my

honor,”

Miss Rossi, and Mr. Weiss–your teams will receive detailed

as she walked out of the boardroom. She decided not to overthink the event as she moved down the corridor toward her office. For some reason, each of her step felt lighter

seemed distant, muffled beneath the quiet satisfaction that hummed through her For years, she had worked tirelessly, often anonymously, behind the scenes.

she’d reviewed that morning. Izzy moved to the window, looking out over the city, her reflection faint against the glass. She didn’t need to say it aloud, but one thought echoed inside her head like a tolling bell; I did

on her desk, her fingers hovering over the screen. Without overthinking, she unlocked it and

blinked, then

man thinking? Who would have guessed that the feared CEO liked

‘Mr. Horvath‘ too busy

hit send. The response

the