Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 117

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“You sure you don’t want me to take care of this mess?” Liam lifed an eyebrow as he stared at Izzy’s calm expression.

Izzy shook her head as she swirled the wine in her glass. She watched the liquid coat the sides before taking a slow sip. She leaned back against the couch, stretching her legs out. Just like her, Liam was wearing a robe, his posture relaxed, though she knew better than to mistake it for complacency.

“You could,” Izzy admitted, tilting her head slightly as Liam reached for her legs. His fingers pressed into the sole of her foot. kneading the tension away. She exhaled softly, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation. “But why rush?”

Liam’s thumbs worked against a particularly sore spot, and he smirked when he felt her toes curl. “Because I don’t see the point in dragging this out. You want Monica to pay–I can make it happen tonight.” He met her gaze. “No loose ends.”

Izzy watched him for a moment, then smiled. “And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t.” She shifted slightly, adjusting her position as she placed her empty wine glass on the side table. “Don’t you think it’s better this way? Watching them scramble, thinking they have the upper hand, only to realize–too late–that they never had a chance?”

Liam’s fingers slowed, his grip steady as he traced slow circles against her ankle. “You’d rather draw it out?”

Izzy leaned forward, propping her elbow on the armrest. “I’d rather make sure they feel every second of their failure.” Her smile widened, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. “I Monica or Cecil were to disappear tonight, what then? A few weeks of grief? Maybe some forced sympathy from Amalia? That’s too easy.”

Liam tilted his head, watching her.

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“But if she keeps losing,” Izzy continued, her gaze gleaming with amusement. “If she watches every opportunity slip through her fingers, if she thinks she’s finally secured something, only to have it ripped away at the last moment… That’s real punishment.”

Liam exhaled through his nose, his hand sliding up to her calf. “And here I thought I was the ruthless one.”

Izzy’s lips twitched. She reached forward, dragging her nails lightly down his forearm. “You still are.”

He studied her, his fingers pressing against the delicate skin of her ankle. “So we let them suffer.”

Izzy nodded, her smile never faltering. “Slowly. Deliberately. Let them think they have a fighting chance. Let them get desperate. Because when people are desperate, they make mistakes.” She reached for her wine glass again, though she didn’t take a sip. Instead, she twirled the stem between her fingers. “Cecil thinks she’s untouchable. She’s spent years manipulating people, controlling everything. But she’s never played this game against someone like me.”

thumb along the inside of her ankle. “You want her

she’s winning, to believe she’s one step

leg before pulling her closer, his knee brushing against hers. “Remind me

smirked, lifting her glass to her lips. “Oh, Liam,” she said, taking a slow sip. “You never stood a

his grip tightening ever so slightly before he

She didn’t

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and Monica’s suffering was

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had moved on. She had already broken things off with Calen and taken the thing he wanted most. Monica no

them suffer. However, Monira just had to scheme against her, and now even Gecil thought they could pressure her into doing something.

action.

really want to die, she thought inwardly. They actually brought

feet as she closed her eyes and started to relax. However, this brief moment of peace was interrupted by

immediately answered when he saw that

you say?” he hissed. Seeing his reaction, Izzy

fingers moved

as Monica’s

her trembling hands. “She took everything from me–my dignity, my future, my child.” She hiccupped, lowering her head as if overcome with grief. “I tried to move on. I really did. But Isabella Rossi never

flooded

Monster.

is evil.

should be in

Justice for Monica!

Sue her ass!

her nose, tapping her fingers against the armrest.