His Innocent Wife Is A Dangerous Hacker. Novels & Stories

None other than Alexander, yes Ava's husband. "This is quite surprising of course for you, Mrs. Ava, information that will be difficult for you to digest and you will not even suspect the mastermind behind the death of your trusted person," said the hacker quite seriously. Ava was curious and then asked in a hurry. "Who? Do I know him?" Ava asked very curiously. The hacker showed the laptop screen that was right in front of her. Ava looked and was surprised, a data that showed that it was her husband.

“How dare you throw a pillow at my face?! Do you even know who I am?! You want me to clean?" The younger inmate, whose name I never cared to learn, rolled her eyes. "She’s talking nonsense again. We don’t care who you are, just clean. Annie and I have been scrubbing this damn cell while you sit there like some stuck-up queen, talking to yourself. You fucking lunatic.” "Lunatic?" I repeated coldly, stepping forward. "You scum have no idea who you’re speaking to, I am Ginna, the wife of one of the most powerful men in America."

“Louis, we’ve hit dead ends all day.” I turned away, breath catching in my throat. The rain soaked into the collar of my shirt, chilling the back of my neck. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Until the phone rang. A jarring buzz in my coat pocket. Unknown number. That regular blackmailers number. I answered without a second thought, pressing the phone hard to my ear. A burst of static. Then a voice, mechanical, layered under distortion. “This is the blackmailer. Your wife is in danger. She's weak. At the intersection. Come now, or she dies.”

“After what happened to Anya, you are doing the same with other women and children? Where’s the difference, Alexei? Why are you even doing this? For money? There’s plenty of ways to make money, you don’t have to do this—“ I spat not caring what he might do to me. What could he do after all? Punish me? Slap me? Beat me? Kill me? I was already dying inside, it was only for the best if he killed me too. “Don’t poke your nose in my business, любовь.” His voice was deeper, more dark less subtle. “Just because I am being nice doesn’t mean I trust you, or you have any right to lay your opinions in front of me.” He motioned to the band on my finger. “You’re my wife.” I scoffed taking off the ring in

“No! My husband does not hit me!” The advisor looked like she had just solved the biggest mystery of the year. “But ma’am, I never accused your husband of the forced damage to your system.” Natalia badly wanted to smirk, but that would be out of character, so she stayed stiff, as if letting her husband’s involvement show was a mistake. “Please go in there, let’s see if there’s any traces left of the baby. I mean, you do want to remove the baby, right?” She asked.

I clenched my fists as I saw Kate document countless other girls who'd been through the same thing. A cheating man and a deceitful woman. When the world started admiring their "perfect love story," the hacker I hired would expose Kate's secrets, including to the people from Kate's hospital, the Diller family's neighbors, Jack's colleagues, and finally, our wedding planners. Just when everyone was praising their love, they would find out about me—an innocent woman tricked into marriage, pushed aside by her in-laws, coerced into surgery, and now the target of slander as Jack's ex-wife.

I take a while in the shower, when I get back she's asleep, I look at the clock and it's six forty-five at night. So I leave her, sleep and go down to the street, a reporter sees me asking what I am of Mariane, I say already with conviction that I am her husband, the reporter says: I would like to talk to her about the subject of theft in City Hall, I soon say that my wife is innocent! It's just that she can have great information going after the real bad guys. Finally she tumbles out of my way and I head to a nearby bar, have a double shot of whiskey, and then another, and another.

The men looked at him like he had lost his mind. "There's no way the spoiled wife of the arrogant CEO is a renowned hacker. There must be a mistake somewhere." The hacker shook his head, certain of his findings. "All traces lead to her.”

Poor Amelia, rotting away in jail, just because your wife said so. Me: When I get a hold of you, you’ll be the one rotting in jail. This person had some nerve and I can tell they are close by, they know too much. Private number: Suddenly, your warehouse burns down, your servers get hacked and at the same time your wife with less than a year’s experience of the corporate world, manages to suddenly seal a 10 billion pounds deal together with a man whose company has rivaled yours for years? Think Chris, the real question here should be who is she and who sent her to you?

"Pour the drink, Hannah. And then you can crawl back to your sofa. We have business to discuss. The kind of business that requires a wife who knows when to be invisible." As I tilted the bottle, the amber liquid splashing into the glass, I realized the terrifying irony of my life. Being his wife was the reason I was trapped, but it was also the reason I was dangerous. As his spouse, I had spent three years learning his secrets. I knew the passwords he reused for every account. I knew the names of the "consultants" he paid in cash at the marina. I knew where he kept the burner phones for his midnight talks with Grace’s father. He thought this marriage was a cage he’d locked me in. He didn't r