Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 139

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“She didn’t bail her mother out?” Izzy glanced up, her brows furrowing as she turned toward Liam, who was lounging on the couch, a book resting in his hands.

Liam nodded, barely looking up.

Izzy leaned against the edge of the bed. “Why? Was it the money? Or had Monica finally given up on her mother?”

Liam flipped a page. “She hasn’t left the apartment in days. She’s been ordering food, so we know she’s still alive.”

Izzy exhaled slowly, turning her gaze toward the window. That sounded harsh, but she didn’t comment on it.

After catching Amalia trying to pawn the stolen property deeds again, Izzy finally recovered everything that belonged to her. The trap had worked. There was nothing left tying her to them.

She inhaled deeply. Cecil and Calen’s situation was far from over, but Monica and Amalia’s was almost done. It was time for her to talk to Monica.

The next day, Izzy stood outside the worn–down apartment door they had rented. Without hesitation, she knocked.

The door creaked open, revealing Monica on the other side. She looked awful. Her hair was a tangled mess, dark circles shadowed her eyes, and the oversized hoodie she wore hung loosely over her frame. The stale scent of beer and unwashed clothes wafted through the small opening.

Monica stared at Izzy with dull eyes before scoffing. “Are you here to mock me?”

Izzy met her gaze evenly. “I’m here to talk.”

Monica leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “We have nothing to talk about. My mother’s in prison, and I’m stuck in this dump. What else is there to say?”

Izzy snorted, crossing her own arms. “So, you’ve been abandoned by both Cecil and Calen and instead of doing something about it, you’re rotting away in here?”

Monica’s jaw tightened. “What do you want?”

“I just want to talk.”

Monica let out a breath, then suddenly gave Izzy an unsettling smile. “Aren’t you scared? What if I decide to hurt you right now?”

Izzy smirked. “You can try. I can handle myself.”

Monica studied her for a long moment before stepping aside. “Fine. Come in.”

filthy apartment. Empty beer bottles cluttered the small table, fast food wrappers and takeout containers were scattered across the

trudging over to the couch. She flopped down, grabbing an open bag of chips from the armrest and popping one into her

Monica, who barely looked like she cared about anything anymore.

like this?” Izzy asked, glancing around the mess.

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could leave this place and start over,”

bitter laugh. “Right. And where would I go? What would I even do?” She shook the chip bag, staring blankly at the crumbs inside. “Cecil gave me money, but she also made sure I’d never show my face anywhere again. Every door I try to open is shut before I even touch the

that’s it? You’re just going to sit here, drinking yourself into oblivion?”

licked the salt off her fingers before tossing the empty bag onto

“But I do want to know–why are you still

couch. “Maybe because I have nowhere else

just broke. She

“Then let’s talk.”

let out another dry laugh

was finally listening.

started playing a recording. It was the recording of Izzy and Cecil in that bathroom when Cecil threatened

as the recording played, her blank eyes fixed on the ceiling while the sound of Cecil’s voice filled the

the armrest. “Why are you letting me listen to this bullshit?”

her phone back into her bag. “Because I wanted you to know that Cecil

table. “I’m not dumb, Izzy.” She twisted the

are you still sitting here like this?”

tightened around the bottle. She didn’t answer immediately. Inwardly, she was replaying the recording over

known Cecil was using

woman didn’t give a damn

she hadn’t known that Cecil had forced Izzy into marriage with

assumed that Cecil would pressure Izzy legally–force her into some kind of deal to keep Calen tied

And for what?

to marry another woman in exchange for the life

grip tightened until her

How ruthless.

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sip of beer, letting the liquid burn down her throat as she swallowed the rising anger inside her. She couldn’t let it show. Not

wasn’t going to give her the