Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Let me Out!

Let me Out!

Cassandra glared at the man seated across from her. He hadn't said a single word since they brought her in. His posture was straight, hands resting on the armrests of the steel framed chair like he owned the place-and maybe he did. The room was blindingly white, sterile in a way that scraped at her nerves.

"What is this place?" she asked. The walls were padded, the kind found in psychiatric isolation units, smooth and seamless. with no sharp corners, no decoration. The lights buzzed faintly above her, bright and unforgiving. There were no windows, no mirrors, no visible cameras-just silence.

She sat on a narrow cot, her ankles shackled to the floor, wrists cuffed to a strap looped through the bedframe. She didn't know where she was. A hospital, maybe, or some private mental facility-but not the kind with nurses and polite intake forms. This was the kind meant to break people.

Then she stared at the man again.

The man in front of her had a scar running down the left side of his face, sharp and pale against his tan skin. It ran from the edge of his temple to his jaw, clean but deep. His suit was plain. No tie. A dark button-up under a heavier coat. He looked like someone who didn't bother with security because he didn't need any.

Cassandra's eyes darted toward the door. It was closed. No handle on her side. "What is this?" she asked. "Who are you?"

He didn't move.

"Why the hell am I here? What do you want from me?"

Still nothing.

She stood up. Her legs were unsteady, but she walked anyway. The man's gaze followed her. No reaction. Just that flat stare.

"I said-why did you bring me here? If you think this is going to get you something, you're wrong."

He blinked once. That was it.

Cassandra clenched her fists. "You know who I am, right? You must know. Because no one else would pull a stunt like this unless they thought they had something on me."

He still didn't answer.

She started pacing. "If this is about the Italy job-fine. I get it. Naples wasn't handled cleanly. But I did what they asked. I got the deal pushed. If someone higher up didn't like the optics, that's not on me."

Nothing.

Her eyes narrowed. "You work for Vasili? Or Johnson? No-no, they don't use people like you. You're not a paper pusher. You're the guy they call when someone stops answering emails."

stopped in front of him. "So what is this, then?

The man said nothing.

she was never supposed to end up in the room. That was on the agent. I cleaned it up." She had seen these type of people in the past and most of

Melinda?" she asked, turning away. "Please. She begged for that contract. I told

exhaled slowly through his nose. His expression didn't

York? They were protected.

offend? Tell me. Was it some senator's mistress? Another model with a boyfriend in

forward slightly but

but she felt it. That

don't scare me," she muttered. "You're

Successfully unlocked!

head. She didn't know if that meant amusement or juuyment. She

who bought his own island and filled it with pageant dropouts. I

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Let me Out!

them purpose. Exposure. Deals. I have contacts everywhere and they will help me once they hear that I am missing!" She

blinked again,

"So tell me. What is it? What do you

Silence.

bed again. Her fingers clenched around

once more. "You're wasting your time. Whoever you're working for...

shifted in his seat. He reached into his coat and pulled out a

extended it behind him. One of the two men standing near the door stepped forward, took it, and opened it carefully. He pulled out the

Her body stiffened.

twisted halfway up her thigh. The lighting was clinical, and cold, like the kind you'd find in surveillance shots. In one, her mouth hung open

stared at

demanded. Her voice cracked

in the chair finally

end your life. These are the images

stood. "That didn't happen. I didn't do that. I would

look at

Or staged. I don't care how good your tech is, I never took anything more

overdose."