All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hidden Tech Queen : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Cathy was almost through the gates of Elite Academy when laughter and a voice broke out behind her. “Hey, Pussy Cat!” She kept walking. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her worn backpack. She knew that voice. It was Alex Vance. “Hey! I called you!” Cathy didn't turn around. Her shoes carried her faster toward the gate, but footsteps pounded behind her until Alex caught up and stepped in front of her, forcing her to stop. “I called you. Why are you snubbing me?” Cathy lowered her eyes. “My name isn't Pussy Cat. My name is Cathy.” For a second, he stared at her. Then he burst out laughing, and his friends immediately joined him. “What?” Cathy asked. Alex brought out his handkerchief and wiped his face. “Cathy?” More laughter followed. He pointed at her and asked, “What's the difference between Cathy and Cat?” His friends laughed even harder. Cathy's cheeks burned. She tried to step around him, but Alex moved with her. “Look at you.” his eyes traveled over h

Cathy’s heart leapt into her throat at the sight of Alex blocking her path. She clutched her architecture project tighter against her chest. Inside the clear acrylic case was her scaled model of a sustainable community water filtration plant, built from balsa wood, fine mesh wire, and painstakingly precise glue seams. To anyone else, it was a school assignment. To Cathy, it was her chance to win the Elite Academy Annual Design Grant—a full tuition waiver and cash stipend that could help clear the rent notices piling up at home and buy her father a proper medical mattress. She only needed to get it to Mr. Sterling’s lab on the third floor. Five more minutes. That was all. “Well, look what the draft blew in.” The voice sliced through the quiet hallway. Cathy stopped. Alex Vance pushed away from the limestone pillar ten feet ahead, his tailored blazer catching the morning light streaming through the arched windows. His usual group of wealthy friends stood behind him, already grinning.

Cathy stared at the notification. Her heart skipped. She opened the school group chat, and messages flooded the screen. She scrolled upward, trying to figure out what she had missed while working. Then she saw it: Oh, poor girl. Cathy froze. Her eyes stayed on those four words. Then the reactions began. One after another, the laughing reactions multiplied beneath the message. Twenty. Forty. Sixty. The number kept climbing until nearly a hundred laughing reactions appeared beneath it. Cathy’s throat tightened. She had known people would talk. She had known some students would laugh. But seeing so many people turn what happened to her into entertainment made her eyes burn. Another message appeared: She really thought that project was going to win the grant. More laughing reactions followed. Cathy swallowed. She scrolled again: Imagine spending weeks building that thing just for Alex to destroy it in seconds. Someone replied: He should’ve done it sooner. Another student sent more l

Cathy rushed into the computer lab and pulled the door shut behind her, standing there for a moment and breathing hard. The noise from the hallway faded behind the thick door, leaving only the low hum of the computers. It was exactly what she needed. Quiet. She adjusted the strap of her battered canvas bag and walked toward the back of the room. Mr. Hayes looked up from his desk. “Afternoon, Cathy.” “Afternoon, sir.” She dropped her bag beside an empty workstation and was about to sit when he called her name. “Cathy.” She turned. “Yes, sir?” Mr. Hayes removed his glasses. “I saw the video.” Her stomach tightened. Of course he had. The video of Alex destroying her project had been everywhere since yesterday. “I saw it on the school group,” he continued. “I also saw some of the comments.” Cathy looked down. She didn't want to think about them. Mr. Hayes stepped away from his desk. “Listen to me. Don't let what happened get inside your head.” Cathy looked at him. “You're going

The Literature classroom reeked of cheap floor wax. For ninety minutes, Cathy sat at her wooden desk, barely moving as the lecturer droned on. When the bell finally rang, the lecturer gathered his files and walked out. Cathy stood, her legs stiff from sitting too long. As she reached for her bag, a pen rolled off her desk and clattered onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up, completely unaware that blood had already soaked through her underwear and stained the white cloth of her pleated skirt. She straightened and turned toward the exit. "Hey. Hold up." Cathy stopped. Alex Vance sat back in his chair, a smirk spreading across his face while his friends watched. He stood and pointed at her. "Everybody look," Alex said loudly. "Is that blood on her skirt?" The room went silent. Cathy's fingers tightened around her bag. Alex stepped closer. "Look at her," he sneered. "That's disgusting. Does she have no shame?" Laughter erupted. "Get out of here." Cathy's throat tightened.