Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Hidden Hacker Bride: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Bonnie Sinclair's POVAt six in the morning, the Blackwood family's main house was already bustling, even before the employers woke up.I pulled my uniform off the hanger in the laundry room—black-and-white fabric, ironed stiff as a board. No wrinkles allowed. No stains allowed. Even a single strand of hair out of place could make Alistair Sterling—the Blackwood family's head butler—stare at you as if you'd just insulted the entire Blackwood lineage.I put on my apron, straightened my collar, then checked my hair in the small mirror on the wall.Neatly pinned back.No perfume.No earrings.No expression.The first rule in this house is simple.Servants must not be seen.We are merely shadows, cleaning up the aristocrats' footsteps before they even realize the floor was ever dirty.Today I'm on the early shift.That means I have to make sure the entire main floor is spotless by eight o'clock, before anyone from the Blackwood family comes down from their rooms.I grab a cloth and start

Lucian Blackwood's POVMy gaze fell on the bed in the room I shared with Selene.Selene should be there right now; she should be waiting for me to come home as usual. If she isn't lying on the bed, she should be sitting on the sofa as usual, engrossed in her laptop, ignoring me, just like always.But I'm alone now. As I've said before, I should be used to it — I've lived alone in this house for twenty-nine years. Loneliness isn't something foreign to me. But… my twenty-nine years have been overshadowed by Selene's presence here for just six months.I plopped myself down roughly onto the sofa.Selene is out there, carrying my child. I don't know if she's eaten or not, if she's sleeping without feeling cold or not. Is she experiencing morning sickness like before?I'm frustrated because I can't find her as quickly as I want."Do you really not want to see me so much that you left without leaving a single trace?" I said, staring at the ring she left on the nightstand that night.Every ti

Isabella Ashveil's POVThe tablet screen in my hand remained unchanged for several seconds.I'd read the headline three times, yet it still felt like I was reading something that shouldn't be there.I gently set the tablet down on my desk, but my fingertips still brushed against the screen as if to make sure the text hadn't changed.Lucian Blackwood and Selene Cole's divorce was reportedly being processed in secret.Those words felt cold.Too fast.Too public.We had agreed.Until Selene was found, not a single piece of information was supposed to leak out.I let out a long sigh.Across the desk, several documents were still open.Selene's files.Or now… mine, for the time being.Since she left, I've taken over her position at the company. Just until she returns—that was the agreement.It was my suggestion.Lucian didn't want anyone to fill Selene's position until she came back.Otherwise, Lucian would be overwhelmed, and Selene had already been working too hard from the start.But th

Selene Cole's POVWhite roses. I still remember receiving these flowers that day. The day I first met Damian. I also still remember the day Lucian asked Damian to remove the flowers from our room.The petals are still intact; it seems Damian has taken good care of them. It seems he really likes me. And that doesn't make me happy at all.Something has been bothering me for the past few weeks."Did you ever really like Nivara?" That was the question I asked Damian the other day."Selene… can you not ask that for now? I… don't want to answer it right now." And that was Damian's answer back then.I still remember the somber look on his face. The positive aura that usually surrounded him had vanished into thin air at that moment.Then, I suddenly recalled something Lucian had told me a long time ago."Your name is Selene Cole, but before your parents divorced, your name was Selene Ward. It's possible Damian is getting close to your stepsister because her last name is Ward—"What Lucian sai

My sobs gradually subsided, but my chest still felt tight, as if every breath had to be forced out with great effort.I remained leaning against my mother's shoulder while her hand continued to stroke my head with slow, repetitive movements, just like when I was a little girl.No one spoke for quite some time.There was only the sound of the wall clock ticking softly in the corner of the room, and occasionally the night breeze seeping through the cracks of the old wooden window.I took a deep breath, then slowly released the embrace.Mom didn't pull away immediately. She kept holding my shoulders, staring at my face as if to make sure I was truly calm.A few seconds passed before she finally said softly, "I want to ask you something… but you don't have to answer if you don't want to."I gave a small nod, even though deep down I could already guess what the question would be.Mom's gaze shifted toward the door, as if to make sure Noah was truly asleep in the front room. After that, she