Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Lovely wife 226

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

The man said nothing.

agent. I cleaned it up." She had seen these type of people

asked, turning away. "Please. She begged for that contract. I told her exactly what it was. She signed

man exhaled slowly through his nose. His expression

The twins in New York? They were protected. The producer's daughter? No way. Her father got paid double. Everyone signed

Tell me. Was

slightly but still said

harder now. She didn't show it, but

don't scare me,"

Successfully unlocked!

She didn't know if that meant amusement or

added. "Men who locked girls in penthouses for months. One who bought his own island and filled it with pageant dropouts. I know the game. I made it better. Cleaner. Professional. So you better let me go

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Let me Out!

them purpose. Exposure. Deals. I have contacts everywhere and

finally blinked again, slow

crossed her arms. "So tell me. What

Silence.

and sat on the edge of the bed again. Her fingers clenched around the edge of the

wasting your time. Whoever you're working for... they should've sent someone

reached into his coat

of the two men standing near the door stepped forward, took it, and opened it carefully. He pulled out the contents-several large, high-resolution

Her body stiffened.

arms limp. Her nightgown 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 slightly. In another,

stared at

cracked partway through. "Where did

in the

to end your life. These are

didn't happen. I didn't do that.

didn't look

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

overdose."