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

sat back, folding his

eyes snapped to him. "Wait. The Saranos? The ones

celebrity brand she plays with. The ones

at the file again.

No

turned her

Cassandra Jones. American. Her parents were both in finance. Dead now." Liam leaned forward slightly, elbow on his knee.

the first page, reading it again. "So she used them to get in?

just use them, Liam said. "They used her too. She helped launder money through endorsements and media firms. Her agency paid out favors. Half the fake contracts were just fronts for

was trafficking influence,

galas. Meanwhile, every girl who stepped out of line disappeared or signed NDAs in

the papers in her lap.

she asked. "Why bring her down r Successfully unlocked! stice?

the window.

consultancy to Cassandra's production house. There was a note in the

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but her stomach felt tight. Another document listed a string of shell companies, all routed through dummy LLCS in Malta, Belize, and Luxembourg. Each one funneled money into Cassandra's talent agency. At the bottom of the

looked up.

slightly. "We've seen overlaps in banking transactions. Nothing conclusive,

photo. Pamella stepping out of a private jet

"Cassandra worked with her?"

with someone close to her. That part's unclear.

pulled another file from his briefcase and handed it over. Izzy opened it. The first name on the page stopped

She looked at Liam.

one of his family's holding companies helped finance one of her productions last year." Izzy flipped the page. A still frame from

Three security analysts confirmed it. He left through the rear with one of Cassandra's staff. Less than twenty minutes before footage

back. "So this... this

messy. Either she's being

eyes narrowing. "Why are

Liam tilted his head.

was connected to the Mafia, I never would've agreed