Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 49

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t even know where she lives ow?” Calen’s face twisted in frustration as he swerved the car he was driving to the right.

“I told you, I really don’t. Izzy has many properties around San Francisco. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s living in one of those, Monica responded. “Will you slow down? It’s not my fault she’s not responding to anything.” Monica had been about to go home when Calen asked her to come with him to find Izzy Apparently, Izzy had been refusing to answer his calls and forwarding all of them to Anna.

Naturally, Monica hadn’t wanted to come. Why would she help him find Izzy? She wasn’t that stupid!

Calen’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as they cruised down the quiet street. Monica sat stiffly in the passenger seat, trying to make herself invisible, but Calen’s erratic driving and simmering anger made that impossible.

“Call her again,” Calen ordered, his eyes fixed on the road ahead,

“I already told you–she’s blocked me,” Monica said, pulling out her phone to prove her point. She scrolled to Izzy’s contact and tapped the call button, holding the phone out so Calen could see the immediate redirection to voicemail. “See? Still blocked

Calen growled under his breath and swerved around a slow–moving car. “Then call someone else. What about her other properties? You said she has more apartments around the city.”

Monica hesitated. “I only know about the two we’ve already checked. She frequents those place when she wanted to be alone. The rest… I don’t have a list. Izzy doesn’t exactly broadcast her personal life to me.

“Don’t lie to me, Monica, Calen snapped, his jaw tightening. “You’re her cousin. You must know more than this.”

“I don’t!” Monica’s tone turned defensive. “And even if I did, do you really think she’d tell me every little detail? She doesn’t trust me anymore. Thanks to you.”

Calen slammed the steering wheel with his palm, the sound reverberating through the car. “Then call her lawyer. Now.”

Monica pressed her lips into a thin line but reluctantly dialed Miss Alcaraz, the lawyer who managed most of Izzy’s legal affairs. The phone rang a few times before a curt voice answered

“Miss Alcaraz, this is Monica,” she began, forcing a polite tone. “I need to know Izzy’s current location. It’s urgent.”

There was a pause before Miss Alcaraz replied, her tone clipped and professional. “Miss Rossi has explicitly instructed me not to disclose her whereabouts to anyone. I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

glance at Calen. “It’s a

clear,” Miss Alcaraz

went dead. Monica dropped her phone into her lap, her frustration mounting. “She’s not going to

side of the road. He punched the steering wheel with a loud thud, his knuckles whitening from the impact. Then, without another word, he got -out of the car, slamming the door

him. “What the hell are you

whirled around, his face twisted in fury. “This is your faul Monica! All of it! If

Chapter 49

“You’re seriously blaming me for this? You’re the one who decided to sleep with me while you were still

glass, but Monica didn’t wait for him to retort. She turned around and

pun on her heel, her voice low but razor–edged. “I don’t have time for this. I’m going home. And don’t even think about touching me, or I’ll scream so loud everyone will know how you’ve been screwing me

twisting with frustration, but the words died in his throat as Monica raised her hand to hail a passing taxi. He stood frozen as she climbed inside, slamming the door without sparing him another glance.

away, and she was gone.

breath. His fist slammed against the roof of his car before he

the moment Monica arrived, she dropped her purse onto the couch and marched into the living room, her eyes narrowed at the sight of her mother sorting

hardening. “What the hell are

bags into neat piles.

need money for?” Monica stepped

up, brushing her hands off on her skirt. “I just

selling your bags for cash, and I’m not supposed to ask why? What’s

replied, turning her attention back

and held it up, her expression dark. “Are you giving money to that man again?

about him?” Amalia’s head shot up, her eyes flashing. Then she took a deep breath and sighed

is it? Why do you

“My cards are still not working. This is temporary. I will get them

Are you