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?"

Liam said. "New artists. Girls who just signed. Some

"How did she get

folding his

Her eyes snapped to him. "Wait.

celebrity brand she plays with. The ones that

down at the file again. "Cassandra's

No

turned her head toward

knee. "Her maternal grandmother was Sarano blood. A cousin. Distant, not on the

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

money through endorsements and media firms. Her agency paid out

trafficking influence,

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

the papers in her lap.

Successfully unlocked! stice? No. Izzy knew

out the window.

wired payments from a Sarano-linked consultancy to Cassandra's production house. There was a note in the margin: Keep her quiet.

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were steady, but her stomach felt tight. Another document listed a string of shell companies, all routed through dummy LLCS in Malta, Belize, and Luxembourg.

looked up.

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

to the next page. A photo. Pamella stepping out of a

"Cassandra worked with her?"

close to her. That part's

from his briefcase and handed it over. Izzy opened it. The first name

She looked at Liam.

"But there are whispers. Some of Cassandra's clients-especially 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.

Three security analysts confirmed it. He left through the rear with one of Cassandra's

back. "So this... this

cleanup," Liam said. "She was getting messy. Either she's being removed or repositioned. Either way,

eyes narrowing. "Why are you

Liam tilted his head.

Mafia, I never would've agreed to use her. You're picking a fight with people