Novel & Cerita His Innocent Wife Is A Dangerous Hacker.

He didn't pull away immediately; he held me there, his forehead resting against the back of my neck as our breathing levelled out in the quiet of the penthouse. I stayed silent, my cheek pressed to the cold marble. I had come here to be seen, but Victor Hale had done more than that. He had seen the cracks in the Kensington armour and stepped right through them. As I felt his heartbeat against my back, I realised that I wasn't just Julian's secret wife anymore. I was something much more dangerous. I was an informant with a grudge. And Victor Hale was exactly the kind of man who knew how to turn a woman's resentment into a weapon.

“We ended up…having sex.” Gia blinked. “You what?” I nodded. She gasped. “So you find out your husband knew you’d been visiting a dangerous prisoner, and he’s been watching your interactions, hoping this dangerous criminal—who’s obsessed with you, by the way—will reveal top secret info to you… and your reaction is to sleep with your husband?” “Yeah…well, no, if you put it like that,” I said. She blinked again. “Girl.” I groaned into my hands. “I know, okay? It’s all messed up.”

an unfamiliar guy walked in. “You are?” I raised a brow at him. “Blake, Mr. Knight's assistant. I'll be driving you to the place Mr. Knight prepared for you….” “Oh, my God Dahlia, you need to see this!” Anita suddenly flipped out, cutting the guy off and shoving her phone into my face. “A Cunning Wife cheats on her husband and aborts their child without his knowledge.” The headlines of the article on her phone read. I shoved the phone away. “That has nothing to do with me, Anita…”

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

Could it be that someone else entirely, and not Sandra Ashbourne, was the true target of that warning message? My brain ponders the puzzle, my thoughts racing as my fingers grip my leather jacket. The term 'little lady' didn't just apply to Sandra's petite frame; there was also my estranged, legal wife whom my family forced me to marry—the female I had never once met in person and whose empty marriage contract my status had used to ward off Sade Wintermere's aggressive advances. And lately, her lawyers had been pushing hard for a final divorce, which my beast had been stubbornly resisting. Could the mysterious, powerful hacker behind my business losses be standing up to defend my estranged w

"Hey Shawn, stop playing with me. Are we in a candid camera? What are you actually trying to do? Don't joke around. Tell me. You know I'm not a decent woman. I'm really dangerous. But I think you don't know what I can do if I lose it. Where is Sunbin, Nick, Harry, and Daniel?" Shawn let out a soft laugh, rolled his eyes around at the police officers who were stealing glances at them. They were scanning the whole place. Then Shawn stared at his wife, scanning her who was now looking at him with an obvious glare. She is really dangerous. But not because she'll kill him. Because she was looking extremely hot. Her hair was messy because she fought with them, she was sweating. The droplets of swe

"I'm the one you love. I'm the only one who deserves to be called your wife. Do you even know anything about the person you wanna get married to? What if she's a criminal?" I scoffed. "I don't do things without being careful. I'm Ivan Kurt. See, my aunt and I have checked her background. Her family has a good reputation." "Rhonda?" Tears dunked in her eyes. "That tiny devil?" And, that was it. I hated it when anyone said anything bad about my aunt. It always pissed me off, because she was the only one I trusted, and the only one who loved me no matter what happened.

At some point, I started tearing up, and my tears were now dampening my cheeks. I was still consumed by my thoughts. In my previous lifetime, it was on this very day that I lost my dignity and reputation as a woman. While I was unconscious, a group of people stormed into the room and woke me up. Before I could realize what was happening, I heard the voice of my husband, Andrew Stone, ringing out icily. "Ella Turner, is this the birthday surprise you prepared for me?" When I tried to get up, I realized that there was an arm around my waist. A sense of unease crept through me, and I heard the repulsive voice of an unfamiliar man asking me, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

She ignores George and starts to walk out of the office without another word. The way she walked out of the office alarmed George. He switches his computer on and sees the screen blank with one word on it. BOO… He sees his computer has a virus. His eyes widen he picks up the landline and calls security. “The girl that left my office find her!” he shouts. ============= Olivia Herrington POV