His Innocent Wife Is A Dangerous Hacker. Novels & Stories

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

“You’re too beautiful to die.” “And who would kill me?” “My husband.” It didn’t matter who her husband was. I wasn’t the least bit scared of some asshole with a thick wallet. I was the most notorious criminal in this city. He’d be so terrified that he would watch me fuck his wife. “I’ll take my chances.” “My husband is a very powerful man.”

Like a madman, he began spewing their secrets: "Nothing? Ashley, have you forgotten what you told me? You said Nick was a useless burden, that only with me could you truly be happy! You promised me to get rid of him with half of your assets after the IPO of the company!" "Shut your mouth!" Ashley’s eyes blazed with a fire. She whirled around, screaming at him, "You're nothing but my pet! One word from me, and I can have you buried!" The bar erupted. The livestream comments and hushed whispers exploded into a roaring inferno of contempt, threatening to consume Ashley entirely. [So the side piece beats up the husband and father-in-law, and she defends HIM? My mind is blown!] [Let me summarize:

"You’re the only thing in this damned fortress that feels... settled. Now sleep." I closed my eyes, the cold metallic taste of fear slowly giving way to a new, sharper realization. I had successfully covered the trail, but the enemy was still out there. And Julian, completely blind to the true threat, had just unknowingly made me the Chief of Security for his own darkest secret. I was his contracted wife, his unwitting hacker ally, and now, the only defense standing between the most powerful man in the city and the truth about his son. Hook Question: The rival is stalled, but Julian still trusts Evelyn. How long can Evelyn keep the hostile bidder at bay while maintaining her performance as t

I was about to push it open when a man in a light gray shirt stepped out first. I took one look and knew he was exactly the type Serena Vaughn would like—clean-cut, composed, carrying himself with quiet steadiness. “And you are?” he asked. His eyes swept quickly over Ethan in my arms, and his expression shifted. “I’m Serena’s husband, Lucas Drake,” I said evenly. “I came to see how my wife managed to sign herself as a family member to your child.” A nurse pushed a treatment cart past us in the hallway, and several family members chatted nearby.

“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.