Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Frederik Vasili leaned back in his leather chair, fingers tapping idly against the surface of his desk. A set of detailed blueprints lay open before him, the crisp lines mapping out the structure of Isabella Rossi’s Macau Project. Beside them were financial projections, supplier contracts, and government approvals–all neatly stacked, analyzed, and marked with his

own notes.

His gaze drifted across the page. It was a good project. A damn impressive one, even. He had to give Isabella credit–most people in her position would have struggled to put together something of this scale, especially under Weiss Inc. Yet, she had done it effortlessly.

But even the best projects had weaknesses.

Across the desk, Adrian Wolfe adjusted his tie before setting down his glass of scotch. “You’ve been staring at those papers for an hour,” he said, flipping through a contract Frederik had casually tossed his way earlier. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were actually interested in business development now.”

Frederik smirked, rolling his pen between his fingers. “Oh, I am. Just not in the way you’re thinking.”

Adrian sighed and leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. “I already know where this is going,” he said, pointing at Frederik with the rim of his glass. “Whatever you’re planning–it’s illegal.”

Frederik chuckled, closing the blueprints with a flick of his wrist. “You say that like it matters.”

“It does matter,” Adrian shot back. “If you’re thinking of messing with her project, let me remind you–Macau’s business regulations aren’t as loose as you think. Weiss Inc. has government ties and Isabella? She’s not some nobody you can just push aside.”

Frederik rested his chin on his palm. “You make it sound like I’m trying to destroy her.”

“Aren’t you?”

Frederik tilted his head, his smirk widening. “No. I’m just making sure she needs me.”

Adrian narrowed his eyes. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “If I don’t create an enemy for her, how

a game. And like a game, the man is planning to create an enemy just to save a damsel

shrugged. “It’s

just ask a woman out if they’re interested. They

did tried asking. Isabella declined. So, he was left with

I know you’re going to do whatever

yet. But there are plenty of options. The project is solid, but there

skimmed through the supplier list. “The construction relies on multiple international suppliers. A few

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Macau is strict with labor policies–what if someone were

about supply chain interference and labor law violations.”

talking about making things inconvenient for her.”

“And if it escalates? If she finds out it’s

not before she realizes she has no choice but

me.”

his gaze shifting away from the documents. “What about Calen and

adjusted 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 to her, anything. But this?” He gestured vaguely. “It was too

narrowed his eyes slightly. “So, whoever did it planned this for a long

wasn’t something that was thrown together 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

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

that while Isabella might have benefited from this fallout, she didn’t orchestrate it.” He paused. “And honestly? Even if she had the resources, she wouldn’t have done it this way. This was surgical, almost clinical. Not the

faded slightly as he mulled over the implications.

lot of things–cunning, ruthless, manipulative. But she had never been sloppy. If someone had been digging into her past for years, waiting for the right moment to strike, that