Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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The Sarano Family

Tezy eat with her back straight at the car totted through the streets, the city blurring past the tinted windows Her fingers clutched the edge of the folder Liam had handed her. She hadn't spoken again since the word "overdose came out of his

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"Overdose" the said "Liam-

He didn't answer instead, he reached forward and tapped the cover of the folder

other lap

Izzy wasted no time and opened it

The first page was a summary sheet Cassandra Sarano-age twenty seven, current contracts, former representation records, undisclosed settlements. Izzy's brow furrowed as her eyes scanned the contents.

The next few pages were photos Blurred shots of Cassandra sitting beside middle aged men at private resorts Hotel lobbies Yacht decks Always a different man. Always the same uncomfortable body language ity turned to the next page

emails Redacted names, but the tone was obvious

"She's not responding to the governor's request. Fix it."

"She said she doesn't want to do older men again. Tell her it's non-negotiable" izzy blinked "This-this is real?"

Liam nodded once, watching her from across the seat. "All verified. I made sure.”

Another page. This time a scanned ledger. Payouts to booking agents. Withdrawals tied to cash-heavy shell companies. Names of rising artists with footnotes. "Removed from agency." "Dropped." "Went silent."

She turned another page. There was a face she recognized. A girl who had gone viral two years ago before vanishing overnight. Izzy looked at the caption. Melinda Wei, Nineteen. Pulled from a studio deal mid-contract.

"She was one of them?"

"She refused to play along," Liam said. "Cass made sure she'd never work again."

Izzy didn't speak. She turned another page. There were screenshots now. Cassandra texting someone. "He said twenty grand for one night. Not touching her. Just appearance. Should I say yes?"

"Selling them?" Izzy asked. "To politicians?"

artists. Girls who just

mouth was dry. "How did she get away with

his arms. "The

snapped to him. "Wait. The Saranos?

she plays with. The ones that run port cities

the

No

turned her head

was born Cassandra Jones. American. Her parents were both in finance. Dead now." Liam leaned forward slightly, elbow on his knee. "Her maternal grandmother was Sarano blood. A cousin. Distant, not on the main line. But it was enough. The

She flipped back to the first page, reading it again. "So

endorsements and media firms. Her agency paid out favors. Half the fake contracts were just

influence, Izzy muttered. "In

like success. Fashion Charity galas. Meanwhile, every girl who stepped out of line disappeared or signed

the papers in her lap. It all felt

"Why bring her down r Successfully unlocked! stice?

window.

at a document showing wired payments from a Sarano-linked consultancy to Cassandra's production house. There was a note in the margin: Keep her quiet. Blame him. Shift heat away from

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dummy LLCS in Malta, Belize, and Luxembourg. Each one funneled money into Cassandra's talent agency. At the bottom of the sheet was a redacted

up. "Pamella

nodded slightly. "We've seen overlaps in banking transactions. Nothing conclusive, but she's

flipped to the next page. A photo. Pamella stepping out of a private jet with Cassandra behind

"Cassandra worked with her?"

someone close to her. That part's

briefcase and handed it over. Izzy opened it. The first name on

She looked at Liam.

the big ones-were previously tied to Frederik's firm. And one of his family's holding companies helped finance one of her productions last year." Izzy flipped the page. A still frame from a gala. Cassandra speaking with an older man. Her eyes narrowed.

paper. But he was there. Three security analysts confirmed it. He left through

sat back. "So this... this overdose

messy. Either she's being removed or repositioned. Either way, it's not about her

at him, eyes narrowing. "Why are

Liam tilted his head.

never would've agreed to use her. You're picking a