Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 71

Amalia sat inside her car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as sie dialed a number on her phone. Her eyes darted nervously to the rearview mirror before settling back on the phone. She pressed the device to her car and waited.

After a few rings, someone picked up. “Hello? I need to speak with Mr. Sherman,” Amalia said quickly, her hand tapping anxiously on the center console.

The person on the other end didn’t argue. After a brief pause, a new voice came through.

“Amalia,” Mr. Shermau said, his words cutting straight to business. “When are you planning to pay your man’s debt? Or should I arrange for him to lose a finger? Maybe an arm this tim?”

Amalia’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the steering wheel harder. “That’s illegal,” she snapped, glaring at her own reflection in the rearview mirror as if willing herself to stay composed.

Mr. Sherman laughed, the sound coming through the phone clear and very irritating. “Did you call me to tell me that?” he asked, his amusement evident.

Amalia clenched her jaw, forcing herself to breathe. “I’m ready to take the deal you offered last time,” she said. She wanted to curse the man, but currently, he should be the only person capable of helping her.

There was a moment of silence before Mr. Sherman’s laugh returned, louder this time. “The deal?” he said. “Oh, Amalia, that deal expired. You’re too late.”

“What do you mean by expired?” Amalia demanded, slamming her palm against the steering wheel in frustration. The sound reverberated through the car, matching the chaos building inside her mind.

“I mean,” Sherman replied, “that someone else took it. You lost your chance.”

Amalia’s breathing quickened as she squeezed the steering wheel, her nails digging into the leather. “Who?” she asked. “Who took it?”

“That’s not your concern anymore,” Sherman said casually.

Amalia gritted her teeth, her thoughts racing. She slammed the steering wheel again, shaking her head as she tried to think of her next move. “You had no right—”

“Rights?” Sherman interrupted. “You don’t have the luxury to talk about rights when you’re drowning in debt. If you want to fix this, you’ll have to work harder. Otherwise, I’ll be collecting one way or another.”

“Then… I’ll take a new deal. Just tell me.”

expecting

“You-”

Mr. Sherman snorted. “If you don’t like it, we can

too much! Are you trying to

as she expected, Mr. Sherman simply let out

“Mr.

you’re

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of a risk that is

needed cash to get those titles back. Sadly, she didn’t have the amount needed to pay all of them. So, she was forced to

casino.

pay that back?” The deal she was

came without hesitation. “If you don’t like it, I can make it

again, her frustration spilling over. “You’re pushing me into a corner, Sherman. I’m

said. “If you want the money, you play by my rules. Otherwise, don’t waste my time.” Amalia took a deep breath, her

I need the full amount by tomorrow. No delays.”

details. You know the drill–miss

it,” Amalia snapped. She ended the call without waiting for a response,

seat.

gripped the steering wheel. Her mind ran through the numbers, calculating what she would need to do to keep up with

“I need to meet with you,” she said as soon as the line connected.

the other end said something that made her jaw

said, her tone sharp. “Be there.”

hung up and started the car, the engine’s hum breaking the tense

move out of that house and stay in her apartment, but what would her friends say? “Six months…” She needed six months at least to find another way to convince

could start driving, her phone rang again. She looked at it

vanished. She picked up the phone and

darling! What a surprise.”