Semua Bab Rebirth of the Tech Queen: Trapping the Ruthless Titan: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The whispers of a entire nation were the last things that broke her.In her past life, Elena hadn’t just been a successful programmer; she was a national icon. As one of the very few female tech CEOs in the country, her face had been on every business magazine cover. She had built a tech startup from scratch and turned it into a Unicorn company worth over a billion dollars. Because of her rare status in a male-dominated industry, the media watched her every move.She thought she had it all—fame, brilliance, and a devoted suitor named Julian who publicly chased her with grand, romantic gestures, making the public swoon over his devotion to the nation's tech goddess.But her fame became her execution dock.Julian and her stepsister, Chloe, played a sickening, long game. Once Julian secured her trust, they manipulated Elena into signing a Power of Attorney under the guise of "protecting her assets from corporate rivals." The moment the ink was dry, they stripped her of her own empire.To

The silence in the penthouse office stretched so thin it felt like it might snap. Elena kept her hands steady on the edge of the mahogany desk, refusing to let Ethan see even a flicker of hesitation. She was betting her entire second life on this single moment.Ethan didn’t move. He sat perfectly still, those frozen, slate-gray eyes drilling into her face, dissecting her expressions like line code.Slowly, his lips curved into a sharp, humorless smile. It wasn't a smile of kindness; it was the look of a predator acknowledging a surprisingly dangerous prey."A one-year contract marriage," Ethan repeated, his deep baritone dripping with icy amusement. "You have an incredibly high opinion of your leverage, Miss Elena. You think a single security loophole is worth my family name?""It’s not just a loophole, Mr. Vance," Elena countered smoothly, her engineering mind taking over. "It’s a structural flaw in your core memory allocation. If your rivals find it, they won't just steal your data—

The Grand Imperial Ballroom was bathed in golden light, the air thick with the scent of expensive champagne and high-society perfume. This was the annual Elite Tech Gala, a gathering of the nation’s most powerful investors, billionaires, and journalists.In the corner of the room, Chloe stood sipping white wine, wearing a pastel pink dress that made her look like a sweet, innocent lamb. Beside her stood Julian, fixing his cuffs, his face still tense from the humiliation at Elena's office earlier that afternoon."Don't worry, Julian," Chloe whispered, her eyes flashing with malice. "I’ve already spoken to three reporters from the tech tabloids. I told them Elena has been acting completely erratic, locking herself in her room and missing board meetings. By tomorrow morning, the press will be asking if the 'Tech Queen' is having a mental breakdown. Your image as her suffering, loyal fiancé will be locked in."Julian nodded, a smug smile returning to his face. "She was incredibly arrogant

The cold air of the balcony did nothing to cool the rising tension between them. Ethan stared down at Elena, his slate-gray eyes tracking the sharp, victorious curve of her lips. She was completely unbothered by his glare. In fact, she seemed to thrive under it."You speak of defenses and stocks, Miss Elena, but you forget who holds the ultimate lever," Ethan said, his voice dropping into a dangerously quiet register. He stepped closer, his shadow completely enveloping her against the marble pillar. "I can walk back out onto that floor right now and tell the press it was a lapse in judgment. I can crush your startup by sunrise just by pulling my server access."Elena didn't step back. She tilted her head up, her eyes reflecting the glittering chandeliers of the ballroom behind him."You could," she agreed smoothly, her voice a soft, mocking purr. "But you won't. Because a man like Ethan Vance doesn't commit corporate suicide out of spite. If you pull out now, the public thinks you wer

The heavy doors of Ethan’s private Maybach shut out the flashing cameras of the paparazzi, plunging the vehicle into a luxurious, leather-scented silence. Elena leaned her head back against the headrest, letting out a breath she felt like she’d been holding for two lifetimes.Beside her, Ethan sat in the shadows, his long legs crossed, his piercing slate-gray eyes fixed on a glowing tablet screen. The barrier between the front seats was rolled up; they were completely alone."You're remarkably quiet for someone who just orchestrated a national media frenzy, Miss Elena," Ethan murmured, his gravelly baritone breaking the silence.Elena didn't look at him. She simply watched the city lights blur past the tinted window. "I’m resting my jaws, Mr. Vance. Trading barbs with vipers and pythons all night is exhausting work."