Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy and Liam) novel Chapter 234

2 Hours Ago

Ian stood in front of the old man seated in the wheelchair. The room was dim, quiet except for the slow hum of air through the vents.

“What are you talking about?” the man asked, his face hardened. “What saving?”

Ian took a step forward. “He’s manipulating her. He’s trying to steal the company from under her nose.”

The man in the wheelchair didn’t respond immediately. Ian lowered his voice.

“Father,” he said. “Everything has been moving exactly how we planned. The board is destabilized. The public is distracted. Izzy stepped down, just as we expected. But now… she’s in danger. Real danger.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. Ian continued.

“Liam’s not just using her name. He’s buying shares. He came to the board meeting today—sat there like he belonged. He made it clear he’s going to take Rossi Group. Turn it into a subsidiary under Horvath Industries. He wants full control.”

“Control,” the old man repeated.

Ian nodded sharply. “He made it look like he was her savior. Some protective husband. But he’s just a greedy bastard who set the whole thing up.”

The man stayed quiet, letting Ian keep going.

“Cassandra’s scandal, his arrest, even that staged silence while she defended him—he played it all. Built up her guilt until she cracked. Now, she thinks she’s giving him peace. She has no idea he’s gutting her legacy.”

The old man leaned slightly forward in his chair. “And you? What are you planning to do?”

“It’s time,” Ian said. “It’s finally time. I’ve waited long enough. I’m not going to sit back while Liam Horvath swallows what was meant to be ours.”

He stepped closer, knelt, and pressed a kiss to the old man’s hand.

“Rossi Group will be ours soon,” Ian said. “Just sit back. Relax. Everything is going our way.”

The man didn’t smile. “You underestimate him. Liam Horvath is a variable. We can’t predict him. We don’t know what he’ll do next. Don’t let your pride cloud that.”

Ian’s fingers curled slightly.

“I’ve been watching him,” he said. “The more I dig, the more I see it. Even Cassandra was part of it. He used her. Maybe to provoke Izzy. Make her jealous or insecure. He’s not physically abusive. But the emotional manipulation? It’s there. Every move. Every silence. He’s twisting her. Controlling her. Unless I help her.”

The old man leaned back slowly. Ian stood.

“We strike now,” Ian said. “Before he makes his next move.”

The old man hesitated. “You are saying he just wanted to manipulate her for… the stocks?”

“That should be his goal all along…” Ian said. “Look… you told me to wait and I have been waiting. Since that Calen… since…” He made a deliberate pause. “I have been waiting for a long time. Father. She’s been broken, she’s been betrayed, and you asked me not to help. To just stand there while she…”

“Are you blaming me?” he asked.

“No. I—how could I do that?”

Ian didn’t sit. He stayed standing in front of the man in the wheelchair, hands clenched at his sides.

“I watched it all,” Ian said. “Calen cheating on her with Monica. Her aunt lying to her, manipulating every step she took. I kept quiet. You told me to wait. I waited.”

The old man didn’t speak.

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