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.

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

gaze locking onto her secretary, who had been standing near the bookshelf, frozen

out anything?” she

now Madam we are

are you here, then? Find out who did this,” she demanded.

from the

it directly to Isabella or her family. If she wanted to take revenge, there would’ve been some breadcrumbs–an anonymous tip

slightly. “So, whoever did it

overnight. The leaks, the financial records, the corruption reports–it was all too precise, too well–timed.” He tapped a finger against his knee. “Whoever exposed Cecil and the Weiss Foundation had been sitting

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

if she had the resources, she wouldn’t have done it this way. This was surgical, almost clinical. Not the work of someone settling a personal grudge. This