Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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.

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

who had been standing near the bookshelf,

you find out anything?”

we are waiting for- “

you here, then? Find out who

against the desk, his gaze shifting away from the documents. “What about Calen and his mother? Did you find

his cufflinks before leaning back in his chair. “I had my people look into the Weiss Foundation scandal, but there’s nothing to link it directly to Isabella or her family. If she wanted to take revenge, there would’ve been some breadcrumbs–an anonymous tip that could be traced, a financial trail leading back

did it planned this for a long

too precise, too well–timed.” He tapped a

Cecil and Weiss Inc. had an enemy long before she ever got involved.” So, it wasn’t about the

had the resources, she wouldn’t have done it this way. This