Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 67

“You are what now!?” Amalia’s eyes widened at her daughter's words. “P-Pregnant? With a child?” Her gaze

didn’t leave Monica's stomach. Her lips pressed together tightly as if she was weighing the storm of emotions

building inside her. Finally, she broke the silence. “What are you going to do now, Monica? Did you tell Calen? Or

his parents?”

Monica turned to the counter and reached for the wine bottle sitting there. “No, I didn’t,” she said flatly. She

pulled a glass toward her, but before the wine could flow, Amalia snatched the glass from her hand.

“Have you lost your mind?” Amalia exclaimed, setting the glass down with a firm clink. “You're pregnant, Monica.

What are you doing drinking wine? Are you trying to hurt your own child

Monica's eyes darkened as she looked at her mother. “I don’t want this child,” she said simply as she tried to

grab the glass, but her mother slap her wrist. Her face turned ugly.

Amalia took a step back as if the words had physically struck her. Her eyes searched Monica's face, but the

shock was plain. “You don’t want...” Her gaze dropped to Monica’s stomach, disbelief clouding her features.

“Does Calen know about this?”

Monica shook her head. “And he doesn’t need to,” she replied coldly. “I don't need him or his family meddling in

my They'd only ny to fix this their way, and I'm not letting them.”

life.

Amalia frowned, her fingers pressing against her temple as if to stave off an impending headache. “Monica, you

could use this opportunity,” she said cautiously. “This child could bring you and Calen together. You could make

him take responsibility.”

Monica snorted, her laugh bitter and short. “Are you serious? Do you think this is the eighties or something?

People don’t get married over a baby anymore. The only thing they're capable of doing is dangling their money

in my face and then taking my child away. Why should | even give them that chance? Why should I let this child

live?”

Amalia’s mouth opened, but no words cout. She stared at her daughter, speechless.

“Calen’s already askedhow much | need to disappear so he can take Izzy back-that bitch!” Monica's voice

cracked with anger. “Izzy was just like them. All they care about is money!” She turned to her mother. “That's

the kind of man he is, Mom. Do you think a child is going to change that?” She snorted. “It’s all about money

with him and his family. They don’t care about people. They care about appearances, about controlling

everything. And you wantto tie myself to that? To let my child be their pawn?”

“But Monica-this is your child. It’s your blood. You can’t just-“Amalia wasn’t able to finish her words when Monica

suddenly turned and started walking toward her room. Amalia immediately grabbed her daughter's arm. “Don’t

you dare walk away while I'm still talking! | need an explanation!”

“What's there to explain? | told you already. | don’t want this child, and | don’t need Calen or his family meddling

in my life.”

Inside, though, Calen’s words echoed in her mind, the coldness of his question stinging like a fresh wound. How

much de you want? It was as if she and the child were just another transaction, another inconvenience for him to

sweep aside. His dismissiveness hurt more than she wanted to admit. Even with a child on the way, his focus

remained on Izzy. Always Izzy. She could feel the bitterness rise in her throat. He would rather abandon his own

blood to make sure Izzy forgives him. What kind of man does that?

Amalia frowned, releasing Monica’s arm but keeping her gaze locked on her daughter. “Monica, | warned you

about him. | told you he wasn’t the kind of man you could depend on. But it’s not too late to make something of

this.”

“Not too late for what?”

“For Madam Weiss, of course. That woman would want this child-you know she would. She's obsessed with their

family’s legacy. If Calen won't step up, she will. And it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to raise the baby. Let

them take it.” She paused, glancing at Monica. “As long as they compensate you. You could start fresh, maybe in

Europe. Paris? Rome? Doesn't that sound better than disappearing with nothing?”

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Monica's chest tightened: She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother wasn’t even subtle about it-

her mind was already spinning with ideas of how to turn this child into a payday. Monica's face hardened as she

shook her head. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you I'm pregnant,” she muttered more to herself than

Amalia. This is exactly the reason why she didn’t want to tell her mother about Calen’s offer of money.

Amalia’s frown deepened. “What?”

“Nothing” Monica exhaled sharply, brushing past her mother. She couldn't bear to stay in the sroom any

longer. “Forget it. I'm done with this conversation. I'm tired.”

Amalia stepped forward, blocking her path. “You think running away solves anything? Do you have any idea how

difficult that will be? You'll have nothing. Monica. Nothing.”

Monica's voice rose. “That's the point! | don’t want anything from them. No money, no deals, no strings.” She

jabbed a finger at her mother. “You wouldn't understand, though, would you? You've always been like this.

Always looking for an angle.”

“What does that-Amalia’s eyes narrowed as she realized what Monica meant. “Don’t you dare lecture me! I've

lived long enough to know the value of practicality. Running off with no plan isn’t brave-it's reckless. You'll regret

it. Just look at 1zzy’s mother. If she only

Monica clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing. That's right. Izzy again. “Your Izzy wouldn't cback,

Mom,” Monica said. “After everything, don’t think that she will cback here.”

“You-"

Just as Amalia was about to say more, the doorbell rang. The two women looked toward the door.

“Stay here,” Amalia said as she walked toward the door and opened it. “Is there something you need?” she

asked the man in a suit outside.

“I am looking for Miss Amalia-"

“I am Amalia. What do you need?” she asked, irritated.

“I am Marion Clyde, and | work for Alcaraz and Co. | am here to serve you this eviction notice from Miss Isabella

Rossi.”

Amalia froze, her hand still on the doorknob. “Eviction notice?” she repeated, her brows knitting together in

confusion. “What are you talking about?”

Marion Clyde adjusted the stack of documents in his hand and held out an envelope toward her. “This notice is

from Miss Isabella Rossi, the legal owner of this property. Per the terms outlined in the notice, you are being

asked to vacate the premises within thirty days.”

Amalia took the envelope hesitantly, her fingers trembling slightly as she tore it open. Her eyes scanned the first

page quickly, but the words blurred together. “Thirty days?” she said, looking back up at Marion. “We've been

living here for years. She can’t just throw us out!”

Marion remained professional, pulling another document from his folder. “Miss Rossi has provided the necessary

documentation proving her ownership of this property. This eviction notice complies with state laws. If you fail to

vacate within the thirty-day period, further legal action will be taken, which may include a court order for your

removal and law enforcement involvement to enforce it.”

“This is absurd! I've taken care of this house for years, and now she thinks she can just kick us out?” Amalia’s

grip on the papers tightened.

“What's going on?” Monica appeared behind her.

Amalia turned to her daughter, her face pale. “It's Izzy. She's evicting us.”

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Monica frowned and grabbed the papers from her mother’s hand, quickly skimming through them. Her eyes

narrowed as she read. “She’s giving us thirty days. If we're not out by then, they'll send the sheriff to remove us.

It’s all here.”

Amalia looked back at Marion. “This is ridiculous. Can't we talk to her? Negotiate something? She’s my niece, for

crying out loud!”

Marion shook his head. “Miss Rossi has already outlined her position through her attorney, Maria Alcaraz. If you

wish to contest the eviction or discuss terms, you'll need to do so through legal channels. | suggest contacting

your own attorney as soon as possible.”