Novel & Cerita Damon Hacker

“Fear moves faster than fact. By the time he tries to deny it, the damage will already be done.” Across the room, another man approached—a hacker Damon had handpicked years ago, loyal to no flag but his. His fingers flew across the keys as lines of code poured into the screen. “We’ve begun transferring small amounts through dummy accounts, Mr. Alejandro. Enough to make it look like Villareal is laundering funds into shell companies.” He glanced up, a wicked grin tugging his lips. “The authorities won’t ignore that.” Damon’s expression didn’t change, but there was a glint of approval in his eyes. “Frame him with his own greed. Perfect.”

"Come on, Damon. It's too simple. I already told you that password, and now all you have to do is just put your wife's number in that, and you can hack it easily. 100 times I told you this." "Stop shouting at me, asshole. I'm a businessman, not a hacker by profession. Or else I wouldn't have asked for help from you." "Whatever! Just do as I said, and then have fun." "Thanks buddy. You will get your money for this. See you." Call ended. Damon did as his friend told him, and boom. He can see Ashley's messaging apps, phone lists, etc. Damon first started searching for a phone list, where he saw an unknown number. Damon noted it and drew it, but it was switched off.

A startup I'd founded years ago, in secret, using skills I'd developed as a lonely child escaping into computers while my stepmother pretended I didn't exist. Phantom Holdings: Current Balance - $4,847,392.16 I stared at the number, letting it sink in. Four point eight million dollars. Earnings from software I'd designed, security systems I'd coded, contracts I'd negotiated all under the anonymous identity of "Phantom"—the most mysterious hacker in the werewolf world. Damian thought I was nothing. A pretty face, a warm body, a convenient Luna who asked no questions. He had no idea that the woman warming his bed was worth more than his entire pack.

“You’ve been carrying your own pain in silence since your sire. Talk to us.” Damien stared at the opposite wall for a long moment, crimson eyes distant. The elegant, cold vampire rarely showed vulnerability. But after watching Kael shatter and Serena burn her mother-figure twice, something inside him cracked. “I wasn’t always like this,” he said quietly. Damien’s Story “I was turned in 1897. London. I was twenty-four, the youngest son of a powerful aristocratic family. My father wanted me to join the military. My mother wanted me in politics. I wanted neither. I wanted freedom.”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

She knew! This wasn't just an attack from Vaughn. This was sabotage from the inside. Damon must have realized it too because his grip tightened, and his claws began to elongate. "Give me one reason not to kill you right now," he growled. The traitor's breath hitched, his body trembling. "It - it's already too late," he choked out. I barely had time to register his words before a bone-chilling howl erupted from the forest. And then - the ground trembled.

Dax leaned against a wall, his cedar scent strong, as he wiped his dagger. Cee sat nearby, her hazel eyes wide, her seer pendant glowing faintly. “Damon’s the key to ending everything.” I said, my fingers flying across the keyboard, hacking into his comms. Despite our victory, him being out there was a loose end I couldn't afford to keep. My attunement sharpened every signal. The screen flared, revealing encrypted messages—Damon’s orders to Bloodclaw, coordinating the shard theft, the vault breach, every attack. My wolf snarled, my heart pounding. “He’s their mastermind.”

” He was now staring right into my eyeballs, which made me start sweating profusely. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Alpha. Six years ago was a very long time ago to think that a weak one-night stand that happened between young adults would produce kids,” I said, purposely saying “weak” so he could feel bad and forget about whatever anyone or his intuition must be hinting at. I saw hurt flash through his eyes, and I almost smiled, thankful that he had dropped the issue. But the next thing he said shocked me to my bone marrow. “You know, I was doubting the possibility too, but Whitney was the one who told me the truth, and as we all know, she never lies,” Damon said, smiling in tri