Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife (Izzy) novel Chapter 122

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Chapter 122 

“Huh? Why was your video taken down?” Samantha asked before taking a bite of her apple. 

Monica, still lying in bed, sat up abruptly and grabbed her phone. “What?” She tapped on the screen frantically, her face twisting as she refreshed the page. The video was gone. 

“That’s impossible,” Samantha muttered, scrolling through her own feed. “There’s no way they took it down this fast. Unless…” She paused, narrowing her eyes. “Unless Izzy had an army of people reporting it. Money is really something, huh. She must have paid some group to report it.” 

“Is that possible?” Amalia, who had been lounging beside Monica, scoffed. “That bitch. She’s trying to silence us. I knew this would happen. I just know that woman too well!” 

Before they could delve further into the matter, Samantha’s phone vibrated. She glanced down, and the moment she saw the notification, her expression brightened. “Oh my god,” she said, turning toward Monica. “We got another donation.” 

Monica blinked. “Already?” 

Samantha nodded and showed them the screen. “Fundforacause. Someone just sent five hundred dollars.” 

Fundforacause was an online fundraising platform typically used for charities or personal financial struggles. But rightnow, Monica and her supporters had turned it into a campaign to sue Izzy Rossi. The page framed Monica as a helpless victim fighting against a powerful woman who had destroyed her life. 

“There’s a message with it,” Samantha said, opening the donation details. She cleared her throat and read it out loud. 

“I lost my baby because of a scheming mistress who ruined my family. I know what you’re going through, Monica. Stay 

strong. 

Women like Isabella Rossi don’t deserve to walk free. I hope this helps you get justice.” 

Monica’s lips parted slightly. She glanced at Amalia, who nodded in satisfaction. 

Samantha smirked. “This is perfect. People are really starting to sympathize.” She scrolled further. “And guess what? We haven’t even been up for twenty–four hours, and we already have over four thousand dollars in donations. My gosh,I think a media outlet will soon reach out to us. Isn’t that good? An interview on the TV would be nice, right?” 

Amalia grinned. “If this keeps going, we’ll get so much more.” 

Samantha tossed her phone onto the bed and stretched. “At this rate, Izzy’s gonna have no choice but to settle. Or-” She paused, glancing at Monica and Amalia. “Or she could just come here and beg us to stop.” 

Amalia smirked. “That’s not a bad idea. We should keep pushing.” 

Samantha leaned back against the pillows. “We’ll go live again. Unless, of course, Izzy wants to pay us a visit.” 

Monica didn’t say anything. She simply scrolled through the list of donations, her fingers tightening around the phone. “Anyway, why are Calen or Cecil still not here?” Samantha asked, frowning. “Wouldn’t it be good if they came here and joined our livestream? I mean… I know I already mentioned their support online, but…” She glanced at Monica.“Do you think you can call Calen?” 

“He-” Monica swallowed. “He already blocked me.” 

“Blocked you? You just lost his child. Hmph! Give me his number. Let me call him instead,” Samantha said. Calen was a big fish. Were they really going to let him go after everything? Dream on. 

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Samantha quickly tapped on Calen’s number that Monica just sent her and pressed call. She placed the phone on speaker, her arms crossed as she waited. 

The call barely rang twice before he picked up. 

“What?” Calen’s voice came through immediately. 

Samantha smirked. “Wow, so you do answer calls quickly. Then tell me, why aren’t you here with Monica? She just lost your child, and you-” 

“Who is this?” Calen cut her off. 

Samantha scoffed. “Seriously? We’ve met before. I’m Samantha, Monica’s friend.” She straightened her back. “I called to tell you to come here. Show some decency and-” 

“Don’t mess with me again.” 

Samantha froze. 

Calen’s voice was sharp, cutting through her words without hesitation. “If you call me again, if you try to drag me into your little circus, I will ruin you.” 

Then, just like that, the call ended. 

The silence in the room was deafening. 

Amalia sat up. “What would he- why does he sound so mean?” 

Samantha stared at the screen, her lips slightly parted in disbelief. Then she let out a breath and tossed the phone onto the bed. “He seems upset.” 

Monica let out a bitter laugh. “Of course he is. But not because of me.” 

Samantha and Amalia looked at her. 

Monica’s grip on her phone tightened. “He only cares about Izzy.” 

Samantha immediately reached for Monica’s hand. “Forget him,” she said. “He’s an asshole. You deserve better.” 

Monica sniffed but didn’t say anything. 

Amalia rolled her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know what you ever saw in that-” 

Knock. Knock. 

The sudden sound made all three of them pause. 

Amalia glanced at the door, then at Monica. “Are you expecting someone?” 

Monica shook her head. 

Samantha got up and walked over, unlocking and opening the door. A man in a dark blue button–up stood there, holding a stack of documents. 

“Miss Monica?” the man asked.