Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 231

“Congratulations on your success,” Liam smiled as he handed a champagne glass to Izzy. “I knew you could do it.”

Izzy smiled. “Did you?” She accepted the glass.

“I never had a doubt,” Liam said as he sat next to her, staring straight at her. “But you don’t seem happy.”

Izzy smiled at that. Doesn’t she really look happy?

Izzy took a sip of the champagne and rested the glass on her knee. The celebration was quiet, the way she preferred it. The lights were low.

The view from the penthouse window stretched across the skyline, but her eyes weren’t on it. She watched the reflection in the glass instead—Liam’s beside hers. Solid. Still. Always watching.

“I’m not unhappy,” she said. “It’s just… enough, for now.”

He didn’t answer right away. He shifted slightly, turning toward her. His arm brushed against hers. He didn’t move away.

“I didn’t think I’d have to keep doing this forever,” she continued. “I didn’t think I’d have to keep fighting.”

Liam reached for her hand, not sudden, just steady. His fingers closed around hers. Warm. Grounding. No pressure. He waited.

She didn’t look at him. “They never stop. Frederik, the Rossi board, and even the media. I wake up, and there’s always something new—another headline, another meeting, or another problem. And no matter what I fix, it doesn’t end.”

“You don’t have to do it alone.”

She looked down at their hands. His thumb brushed against the side of hers.

“I know,” she said. “But even when you’re not alone, it still feels like it’s on you. Because no one else really understands what’s at stake.” She pulled her hand away gently, only to set the glass aside. Then she turned fully toward him, folding one leg beneath her on the couch. “The problem isn’t that they’re trying to push me out. The problem is I don’t know who’s really behind it. The leaks, the timing, the press—it’s coordinated.”

Liam nodded once. He didn’t ask for more. He waited.

“And I— I don’t want to keep fighting an invisible enemy, Liam. I just— I don’t think I can do this all the time. Be on defense. Not being able to sleep property at night, thinking someone might be planning to end my life anything and I— “ she swallowed. “I didn’t want to drag you with me.”

“Hey— Hey you are not— “

She shook her head, interrupting him.“There’s only one way to know,” Izzy said. “One way to see who the real enemy is.”

She stared at him for a long time. The silence stretched between them. It didn’t feel awkward. It felt necessary. Like she needed to see if he would flinch.

He didn’t.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked.

Izzy’s chest tightened slightly—not with anxiety, but something else. She reached up and unfastened the top two buttons of her blouse. Slowly. Deliberately. She didn’t break eye contact.

“I need you to listen,” she said. “And follow my lead. No questions. No hesitation.”

Liam leaned forward. His knees touched hers. “Then tell me what’s next.”

Izzy smiled faintly. “We set a trap. And we watch who takes the bait.” This time, she’s willing to do everything just to find out who her enemy was.

……

“Miss Cassy’s apparent suicide attempt—it’s just...” Maria exhaled and shook her head. “The timing couldn’t have been more convenient, but so far, the only source confirming it is a brief statement from her attending physician. No hospital admission details. No official report. She’s vanished from social media. Everything is a mess.”

Across the table, Nolan Reeve—lead counsel for Horvath Industries—turned his laptop toward her. His expression stayed composed, but the screen displayed a red-drenched market dashboard.

“The stock is getting hammered,” he said. “Both Horvath Industries and Rossi Group. Someone’s aggressively shorting it. The losses aren’t just incidental—they’re coordinated. We managed to hold the board votes, and both Miss Rossi and Mr. Horvath retained their positions, but the damage to market confidence is real.”

Maria nodded slowly. This wasn’t surprising. Cassandra Jones wasn’t just another scandal-ridden actress. She was an established figure in Hollywood. A fall this dramatic, this public, was bound to ripple. But something still didn’t sit right.

“It’s not organic,” she said. “The way the headlines are spreading, the speed of the media pickup—it feels planted. Like someone is buying reach just to keep this in rotation.”

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