Black Rose Dot Hack Novels & Stories

His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard. It was a game of chance we were playing when Lila breached his system, planting a backdoor that let us steal away $10 million during a crash into his systems. The skeletons in his cupboard, which we determined as his weakness, was the reason why he could not report it without exposing his own dirty deals, and he could only watch as we funneled the funds through shell accounts. The account was soon empty, and he almost went bankrupt.

I warned him, and the heat in my face was rising because they were treating this high-society infiltration like a standard warehouse raid. "Then we will just have to make sure that the palace main server experiences a massive digital blind spot the exact moment we pass the security desk, so Matteo prepare a local signal jammer that I can carry inside my breast pocket to scramble their palm scanners for thirty seconds," Alessia said as she leaned over my shoulder to look at the tracker profiles.

Her fingers trembled as they pressed against it. Her knees weakened for a moment. Her brows deeply furrowed. She clicked her tongue and backed into her room, shutting the door with shaking hands. Rosa grabbed her phone, turned on the flashlight and rushed toward the mirror before brushing her damp hair off her shoulder with trembling hands. Her eyes scanned the pale curve of her neck, searching and then she saw it. Just a tiny, unnatural dot. Sharp-edged. Like something pierced her skin. Like a needle. Rosa blinked once. Twice. Then the realization slammed into her like a wave of ice. Her knees buckled and she stumbled back from the mirror.

I opened my eyes groggily, the sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly dragged me out of sleep. For a moment, I didn’t even open my eyes — just reached blindly for it, groaning as the vibration refused to stop. When I finally squinted at the screen, the name flashing across it jolted me fully awake. Bluebird Entertainment. My heart skipped.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

Everything would be fine as long as he could find Rosalie hidden in Fox Group. Even the president wouldn’t have the authority to punish him. Unfortunately, he was unaware that Rosalie had just left the Fox Group mere minutes ago. The hackers from Ten Thousand Armies had invaded the Fox Group’s security surveillance system right after Rosalie’s departure. They manipulated and edited every surveillance that showed Rosalie.

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Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?