Mag-log inFramed and ruined tech genius Reid Brecken had constructed CipherCore, only to have it all torn from him by his partners and ruthless investor Dante West, condemning him to a rain-drenched purgatory. Presented with a lone opportunity for revenge—becoming the living duplicate of vanished tech mogul Max Sterling. Reid is subjected to a drastic transformation: his face remodeled, his mind woven inextricably into Max’s digital specter. Propelled into the golden cage of Max's existence and the sphere of his suspicious wife, Alessandra, Reid makes a shocking discovery: Max isn't missing; he's confined. And his revolutionary neural innovation, Synapse, has been turned into a weapon that West would murder for to control. When Reid is ordered to commit an unthinkable act to prove his loyalty, he faces an impossible choice: become the monster he’s impersonating or risk everything, his vengeance, his life, and the woman who holds his fractured heart to blow this conspiracy apart. But in a world where faces and minds can be altered, whom can Reid trust? And can he reclaim his existence before he's lost forever? Vengeance Algorithm is a pulse-pounding romantic thriller where identity and illusion, love and manipulation, revenge and redemption blur beyond recognition. It’s perfect for you if you go for high-stakes suspense, complex relationships, and protagonists pushed to their absolute limits.
view moreThe next three months felt like a sabbatical in suspended reality. Reid and Alessandra lived quietly and cautiously, always alert beneath the surface of normalcy.Cloaked in layers of anonymization, Reid worked remotely through a maze of encrypted channels with his legal team, who helped him meticulously reclaim control of CipherCore’s intellectual property.The process was complex, riddled with legal landmines left by Vaughn’s collapsing empire. Still, it was his now. Reid wasn’t building an empire; he was reclaiming his mind and his legacy, digital brick by digital brick.The flaw Reid had buried in CipherCore’s code—the very one that set the whole chain reaction in motion—became the key for proving his true ownership in the court’s digital forensics. It was poetic justice, as Alessandra had said.Alessandra spent her free time tending to the life unfolding inside her. She read voraciously, painted the terrace’s stunning vistas whenever she could, and learned to cook local dishes.H
Trickles of rain fell on the island of Symi. It was not the cold, lashing needles of Seattle but a warm, gentle curtain that caressed the whitewashed buildings and terracotta roofs, filling the air with salt and damp earth. It was neat rain, as if the island had been dusted clean.Reid Brecken stood on the terrace of a small, vine-draped villa high above the cobalt Aegean, lost in thought as droplets traced slow paths down the bougainvillea.Six months had passed since the fuel truck roared into the muddy hills, six months since Dante West’s blood stained the Mariposa tarmac.He leaned on the railing; the titanium brace on his left leg clicked faintly in time with the rain. The surgeons in Athens had done fine work, but some things, like his soul, would always carry the scars of that night. He flexed the hand that had gripped the wrench, the knuckles still bearing pale marks where they’d met West’s jaw.The biomod alterations were gone, leaving only the familiar, if more weathered, li
Alessandra didn’t feel like parting with the briefcase; she tightened her grip on it and took a half-step back.“And then what? Will our lives return to normal? West might be dead, but his masters aren’t. The consortium still exists. They’ll want to bury this—bury us too, if they have to.”“You don’t have a choice, Mrs. Sterling,” Reyes said, her voice hardening.The other agents subtly shifted into ready stances.Reid, leaning heavily against Alessandra, struggled to sit up. His gaze slid past Reyes, toward the yawning hangar door.Outside in the waning rain, twilight shone faintly, like a gray smear across the horizon. Near the hangar’s service entrance sat the fuel truck Alessandra had mentioned earlier—its cab deserted, silent.Reid glanced back at Reyes, then at the briefcase, and West’s last words echoed in his mind: The ghost remains. And it knows your name.Handing over the briefcase meant trusting a system that had already failed him spectacularly—a system the consortium had u
West and Reid locked into a brutal tug-of-war, wrestled for the briefcase, the object that embodied their war. West, stronger, began to wrench it free. Reid, driven by pure desperation, clung on, fingers sliding on rain-slick leather..“Let go, fool!” West snarled, driving a knee into Reid’s belly. Reid cried out, and his grip faltered. West ripped the case free and raised it like a hammer, aiming to smash it down on Reid’s skull.A pistol report cracked. West flinched as a small hole opened in his suit below the sternum. His face registered shock, then slow understanding. The case slipped from his numb fingers and hit the floor with a heavy thud. He took a stumbling step back, groping the wound as blood slicked his hand.Reid looked past West. Near the hangar door, half-hidden by a forklift, Agent Reyes stood in a soaked FBI windbreaker. Reid had glimpsed her once during CipherCore’s collapse; now her face was hard with determination and her service pistol steady in a two-handed grip












Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.