All Chapters of GEEKY GIRL REVENGE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I turned to Hugo, hoping to catch a hint that he was disturbed by Dario’s presence. But there was nothing. His face remained calm, almost unchanged. Even as Dario walked away, there was no flash of anger, no questions, no sighs.Just... silence.He sipped his champagne without turning to me. No questions. No sarcastic remarks.A few minutes later, we moved into a semi-private room in the right wing of the ballroom, where the main donors had begun to gather. Conversations revolved around research projects and digital presentations, but I knew Hugo was only half-listening. His mind was clearly weighing something else. I just didn’t know what.Then I saw it. A small gesture. Hugo touched the inside of his jacket and activated his ear-com, a nearly invisible communication device. From the outside, it looked like he was adjusting his collar. But I knew. Ballero would be listening by now.And sure enough, in a low whisper that only Cassilas Corp’s own tech could capture, Hugo spoke as he sm

The next morning, the Paris sky was silver gray. Clouds hung heavy, like a glass ceiling about to crack. I stood before the tall third-floor window, watching the back garden damp with morning dew. Crows perched along the old iron fence, giving the atmosphere a slightly gothic feel.Behind me, Hugo’s study was already empty.He had left early. No kiss as usual. No little note left on my phone. Only the trace of his cologne and black coffee remained in the air.Of course, I did not ask where he had gone.I did not need to know everything, as long as I could control some of it.I drew a deep breath and powered on the transparent tablet resting on the small bar table in the corner. That device was a key to many doors Hugo believed he had locked tightly. Unfortunately for him, he had married someone who was taught how to break through a door before learning how to knock.Once the system lit up, I tapped a small icon labeled Back Channel, L12. It was a hidden channel inside CassTalk, used o

The following dawn, the world was still damp. The Parisian sky glowed deep blue, with faint traces of orange at the edge of the horizon. The wind was sharp, slipping through the cracks of the windows, carrying the scent of rain that had yet to fully dry from the night before. Inside the room, only the desk lamp was lit, casting a dim reflection of my eyes on the tablet screen.I tapped the unlock icon as soon as the notification arrived, and the system immediately prompted three layers of biometric authentication. My retina, my fingerprint, and a short voice code,"I will not be watched without watching back."The screen flickered to life, revealing footage from a hidden camera. The first blurred images showed the interior of an old data vault. Dusty shelves, cables hanging like tree roots, and a single metal table in the center of the room. Then the image shifted. A man stood before a massive monitor. His silhouette was tall and lean. His movements were slow, almost arrogant.He remo

Hugo glanced sideways at me, as if I were a book he was rereading.I nearly laughed. "So this is a test?""Not a test. Survival training."I let out a breath. The world I lived in now was nothing like the one promised by ordinary marriages. But I never married for a quiet life. I married to rule."And if Lucas returns with an agenda?" I asked."Let him believe he's in control, then we take it from him the moment he thinks he’s won."Hugo looked at me with a face nearly devoid of emotion, but his eyes said something else. He knew more than he was revealing. But for now, it was enough."Don’t get burned, Ana," he said softly. "You’re far too valuable to turn into ash."I gave a faint smile. "So are you."Then, like two actors stepping out of character after a scene, we returned to our roles. He sat down, opened his laptop, and joined a video conference. I crossed my legs and opened a newspaper I had no intention of reading. My thoughts wandered far. My curiosity, and my inability to bea

The following morning arrived with a suspicious kind of stillness.The Parisian sky resembled an unfinished oil painting—pale blue, cloudless, as if holding its breath. From behind the sheer linen curtains, sunlight crept gently into the room, casting delicate patterns on the walls and the rumpled sheets I had yet to pull away from my sleep.I woke up alone.Hugo was no longer in bed. The sheets on his side were still warm when I touched them. That meant he had only just left.On the nightstand, a cup of coffee was still steaming. Beneath it, a small note in handwriting I knew by heart:If I were a secret agent, you would've sniffed me out from two kilometers away.But since I'm your husband, I quietly left you coffee.Call me Bee.I almost laughed. The only man who could tuck a joke into a love note. But that last line Call me Bee was a request I was dying to resist.How could I not? Just hearing Hugo call me Honey already made me squirm. And now... that muscle-bound baby wanted me t