Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 136

Chapter 136

Cecil slammed her hands on the desk, sending a stack of papers flying to the floor. Her chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as she grabbed the nearest glass vase and hurled it against the wall. It shattered on impact, glass fragments scattering across the floor. The sound wasn’t enough to drown out the words from the news broadcast still playing on the large screen mounted on the wall.

Her name was everywhere. Her foundation–her legacy–was being torn apart in front of the entire world.

She grabbed the remote and flung it at the screen. The device bounced off the glass harmlessly, but the headlines remained. More accusations. More so–called evidence. All those years of carefully crafting her image, of making sure every trace of her mistakes disappeared–it was all crumbling.

A maid hesitated near the door, hands clenched in front of her apron. She took a cautious step forward, eyes flicking to the broken glass on the floor.

“Madam, please—”

Cecil whirled around and grabbed the porcelain figurine from her desk. The maid barely had time to move before it smashed against the doorframe, missing her by inches. The woman flinched, backing away.

“Get out!” Cecil snapped. She didn’t need their pity. She didn’t need their nervous glances or their useless attempts to calm her down.

Another maid stepped in, trying to collect the shattered glass from the floor, but Cecil swept an arm across her desk. knocking everything off. Documents, pens, her phone–everything hit the ground in a chaotic mess.

“I said get out!”

The maids scrambled toward the door, hurrying to escape before she could throw something else. The heavy wooden doors slammed shut behind them, leaving Cecil standing in the middle of the wreckage. Her hands trembled.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to find those records.

She dragged a hand through her hair, gripping the strands before letting go and pacing toward the window. San Francisco stretched out below her, but all she could see was her own reflection—the image of a woman who had just lost everything.

She spun back around, her gaze locking onto her secretary, who had been standing near the bookshelf, frozen in place.

“Did you find out anything?” she asked.

“N–nothing for now Madam we are waiting for- “

“Why the hell are you here, then? Find out who did this,” she demanded. “Now.”

The man barely swallowed before nodding. “I’ll make some calls.”

“Don’t call me until you have a name,” she snapped. “I don’t care what you have to do. Bribe someone. Threaten them. Dig until you find who leaked those files.”

The secretary nodded stiffly and hurried out.

Cecil braced herself against the desk, gripping the edge so tightly her knuckles turned white. No matter what it took, she was going to find the person responsible. And when she did, they would regret ever thinking they could bring her down.

“Where is Renard!?” she yelled.

“M–Madam-” a maid answered. “The Old Master is still in his office, and his–his secretary informed us that he will not be

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calls for now.”

“What?”

curled into fists. Her entire body tensed with rage as she turned sharply toward the maid.

am his wife!” she snapped. “Why isn’t he

bowed as if waiting for another object to be

She pressed the device to

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Then–nothing.

didn’t even go to voicemail.

around the phone as she redialed. The same result.

slamming her palm

with an incoming call, and for a split second, she thought it was Renard. But the number flashing on the screen made her stomach turn.

news

Before another call could come through, she powered the phone off and tossed it

Her own reflection in

was cornered.

ears. The betrayal. The humiliation. The fact that Renard, the one person who

she grabbed the nearest object–a

sent shards flying across the

door took another

her scalp. She had spent years perfecting her image, controlling every single narrative, ensuring that no one

just ripped it all away.

hands trembled before she clenched them into fists

wasn’t going down

turned toward the door, her eyes

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laptop,”

to obey, disappearing from

herself. If no one was going to save her, she would have

the laptop on Cecil’s desk before retreating toward the door.

the screen open, fingers flying across the keyboard as she logged in. The moment her inbox loaded, she was bombarded with a flood of emails.

eyes skimmed through the subjects, her

Financial Scandal – Immediate Response Required

Explanation – Board Meeting

Investors Pulling Out – Losses Expected

Launched – Pending Audit of Weiss Foundation

She clicked on one of the emails from Weiss Inc.’s

Madam Weiss,

Weiss Foundation, stock prices for Weiss Inc. have dropped 17% within the last three hours. Investors are panicking, and multiple board members are

you refrain from making any public statements until a formal legal strategy

trembled as she reached for the trackpad. She clicked over to the stock market reports, and the moment the graphs

downward

flashing numbers, the sheer volume of shares being sold