Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 83

San Francisco, California

Amalia sat across from Rob in the cramped café, her fingers tightening around the chipped edge of her teacup.

She stared at the man opposite him who casually leaned back in his chair, his tattooed neck visible above the

collar of his worn, faded shirt. The snake design coiled up one side, stopping just below his car. He rubbed his

bald head absentmindedly, his expression impatient.

“What do you mean, give you smoney?” Rob said, frowning He gestured toward his scuffed jeans. “Do | look

like I'm rolling in cash right now?”

Amalia’s grip on her cup tightened further, her knuckles white. You said you'd payback after last time,” she

said, her voice shaking slightly. “Rob, | know you're applying for jobs, but really need that money. If | can’t get

the properties back from the pawnshop, I'll have nowhere to go. Do you understand? Nowhere.”

Rob snorted. “What do you mean by ‘nowhere’? You've got that stupid niece of yours, don’t you? What's her

name? Izzy? Why the heck are you askingfor money when you can just ask her to give you some?”

“Don’t call her that,” she snapped. “She’s not stupid.”

“Really?” Rob tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. “What's going on then? Why are you running around begging

for money like this?” He leaned closer. “Hey... are you trying to testright now?”

“What?”

“Are you testing me? Seeing if I'll give you smoney if you need it?” He looked around. “Are there cameras

somewhere?”

“Rob, what are you-"

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“You can’t blme for this. A friend of mine had this sexperience weeks ago. Turns out, his woman was

testing him. He didn’t budge, so she left his ass,” he clicked his tongue. “Amalia... can we stop fooling each

other? Both of us know that | can’t give you anything right now. I'm still looking for a job, the market's tough,

and | have bills to pay. You-"

Amalia’s face turned ugly.

Rob continued. “What's going on with you? | thought you were going to givesomething next week. | was

expecting that money for rent, and now you're here askingfor money?”

Amalia hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line before she finally spoke. “She’s kicking us out,” she said. “Izzy

is bullying your daughter, Rob. She got Monica fired from her job, and now we're struggling just to get by.”

Rob blinked, his expression shifting from irritation to disbelief. “What the hell? How could you be struggling just

to get by? Are you fucking withright now?”

“Rob-"

“You have that car-sell it. Or that... bag...” Rob gestured at her back. “Those cost a lot, right?”

“Rob!”

“Hey... listen to me,” Rob leaned closer as he rested his elbow on the table. “I found someone willing to buy

secondhand bags, as long as you still have the boxes and receipts. You can get sgood money from those

bags. Also, those shoes-"

“What the hell are you talking about, Rob!?” Amalia interrupted him. She looked around and noticed people

staring at them. Then she lowered her voice. “I'm here asking you to paywhat you owe me. Why are you

talking about selling my bags!?”

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“I told you! I don’t have it now!” Rob glared at her, irritation flashing on his face. “What about that niece of

yours? Are you really tellingshe’s kicking you out after you raised her?”

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Amalia’s eyes filled with tears, but it wasn’t from sadness-it was from extrirritation. If she had the chance,

she would Surely punish Izzy and make her suffer the way Izzy was making her suffer now! “I thought | raised

her,” she said, her shoulders trembling. “I didn’t know | was raising a wolf. She's treatinglike this-after

everything I've done for her! | took her in. | gave her a hafter her parents were gone. And now she’s turning

on me. Us.”

Rob leaned back, crossing his arms, the tattoo on his neck flexing as his jaw tightened. “Why the hell would she

suddenly do that? Did she notice you stealing from her bank account?” Then he shook his head. “No... that can’t

be. That's impossible. If she did, she’d have called the cops on you, and you wouldn't be talking toright

now.”

Amalia wiped her tears hastily. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But she’s turning 26 in a few days. She'll finally

get her inheritance. Maybe she thinks she’s better than us now. She’s got power, Rob, and she’s using it to crush

us. Monica's her cousin! And she fired her, kicked her out of her job like she was nothing. | never thought Izzy

would do this to me. Never.”

Rob sat in silence for a moment, his expression hard to read. Finally, he leaned forward, resting his tattooed arms

on the table. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. | don’t know what to do anymore. She froze all my cards. And if | don’t find a way to get the

money to buy my properties back, we'll lose everything”

Seeing his face turn ugly, she reached out and grabbed his hand. “Just givethe money now... I'm sure | can

still find a way to fix this.”

“What? Fix what?”

“Well...” Amalia cleared her throat, “I think it's that lawyer of hers,” she said. “She must be planting ideas into

Izzy's head. She’s the one managing all of Izzy's assets, so-

“A lawyer, you say?” Rob asked. “She‘&managing her assets?”

“Yes,” Amalia nodded. “That woman has been trying to poison Izzy’s mind against us. This... | think she might

have succeeded this time. She must have dorre something behind the scenes. Yes. Atty. Alcaraz is definitely

planning something againstand Monica.”

Rob narrowed his eyes. Seeing this, Amalia continued. “Izzy has always been kind. | know she’s kind. She’s been

lettinghandle the house for years. How could she suddenly change weeks before her birthday?” Her eyes

widened. “I believe there's something in her grandfather's will, something that made her-or forced her-to stay

away fromand Monica.”

“You think... is it one of the conditions of the will?” he asked.

“Yes!” Amalia nodded. “That's the only explanation | can find. However, once she receives everything, then...

perhaps... perhaps | can convince her to cback.” Six months. All she needs is six months to convince Izzy,

then all of her problems will be solved.

Hearing this, Rob stared at her for a few seconds before he nodded. “Fine. I'll help you. However... tell me

everything about that lawyer.”

Amalia lifted an eyebrow. Then she nodded and smiled. “Alright

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