Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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What Can You Offer

"So... once we get divorced, he's supposed to just marry Cassandra?" Izzy asked after a few minutes. "How certain are you that he would even consider that?"

Olivier didn't even blink. "That is no longer your business."

"Sounds more complicated. I think you are trying to assume that your son is dumb." Azzy set the envelope back on the table and crossed her arms. "What happens if I don't

sign?"

Olivier stepped closer. "You already know that actions have consequences. You should know what will happen if you refuse."

Izzy smiled, not bothering to hide it this time. "Then you can all get out of here. I'm not signing it."

The reaction was immediate. Olivier stiffened slightly, the first crack in his collected appearance. Cassandra and Celeste exchanged a quick look. It was Celeste who moved first, stepping forward,

"Think carefully, Izzy," Celeste said. "You're not winning this. It's better if you step back before you get dragged down with him."

Izzy didn't flinch. She kept her gaze steady on them, saying nothing.

Celeste waited for a beat, but when Izzy didn't speak, she took another step closer.

"Izzy," she said, "women like us are supposed to make sure the men we love are comfortable. That's what strength looks like. Knowing when to step aside."

Izzy didn't move. She remembered having a conversation with Celeste once and already knew the kind of woman she was. Still, hearing her speak like that now almost made Izzy pity her. It made her want to say something, maybe even argue, but she stopped herself. Celeste was an adult. She had made her choice, and Izzy wasn't

about to waste her breath.

Celeste pressed on. "If you really love Liam, you should know this is the best outcome. He gets out before the day even ends. He can be back in the boardroom tomorrow, taking back control before the damage gets worse."

doing fine, and he gets a chance to rebuild everything without

tapped the envelope lightly with one

her carefully. "It's not about pride, Izzy. It's about being smart. You know what they'll do if you stay. You know who will

she looked down

where I'm supposed to believe I'm winning,"

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What Can Your Offer

"Yes,"

Celeste answered.

exactly am I winning? The joy of watching him smile

casually enough to sound like a passing thought, "Because if that's all there is, I'm not

Cassandra suddenly butted in. "She's just like

at her but didn't

stepped forward, brushing an invisible crease from her coat sleeve. "You talk about love, about not signing because of feelings, but

directly at

If someone offered you a better name, better money, and a cleaner

From her research, Isabella Rossi had always played the long game-her image carefully shaped to look effortless. But Cassandra had seen women like her before. Women who smiled pretty in public and calculated in private. And Isabella had always been after Liam Horvath's name, his position, and what came with both. That much. had always been clear to

Horvath.

was always conditional. Love, even more

the first time she saw Liam. It wasn't in a boardroom

at

It was at the red carpet premiere of a charity event-three years ago. She had been wearing that dark emerald gown with an open back. Everything was perfect that night. The moment she stepped out of the car and saw him under the flashes,

a classic black suit, not trying to impress anyone, just existing with the kind of confidence that didn't need applause.

the moment

She would get him.

distance. She never saw him at another event. That was until that event a few weeks ago. Just as she thought she would