My Wife Is A Hacker Novels & Stories

Smithers said. "A little over three months ago, my husband told me that a very private data server had been compromised, that someone had accessed it by hacking," Susan began. "He had forensic computer experts examine the system and they were able to track the hack back to a single computer, a MacBook Pro, which is owned by my son, Quinn. David, that was my husband's name, was concerned that Quinn would do something stupid like try to blackmail him over the data that he had discovered on the server. It wasn't anything illegal, but it was very personal, very private."

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.”

The moment we arrived, the house was already filled with activity. Security teams. Family staff. Phones ringing nonstop. But none of them had answers. Not yet. I sat down at one of the study desks with my laptop. Amber had designed most of the security protocols around the family properties. Which meant breaking into the building’s system was… complicated. “Of course you secured it like a fortress,” I muttered. The irony was not lost on me. I was hacking into my own wife’s system. It took longer than usual. Several firewalls.

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

"It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!" "Alright, alright. As long as you're happy, babe, you can toy with him however you want." The couple laughed as they walked into the dream home that should've been mine. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. I stood in the dimly lit stairwell, feeling as though I had plummeted into an ice pit. How dare they? They cheated on me, humiliated me, and plotted against me behind my back! Did they think I couldn't do anything to them?

"Where have you been? I can't arrive at your telephone." I sat to the couch and rubbed my foot, "In the house. Haxilla endeavored to murder her youngster and herself." "What?!" He stood up and plunked down alongside me, "How is she now?" "She's fine at this point." He holds my face and turned my eyes on him, "You? Would you like to have a family?" "In the event that God will allow me an opportunity, yes." He grinned and kissed my lips. I moved away and put my shoes once more, "What befell the hacker?"

He shot Sienna and not only that he also did something bad to his wife . The club was an operating when it wasn't either Thursday Friday Saturday or Sunday I don't work on Sundays so I'll find someone to fill in for me you must have known someone in management to gain access because the area is well secured that including my penthouse and if he so happens to be my penthouse then I have to grow everyone in security and ask them who let him through who who gave him the keys other that or he managed to do his own things by himself by hacking into my system which I recently found out that it was easily hackable thanks to my wife who showed me , and I thought nothing of it.

I said calmly. Her eyes bug out then nodded. “Yes sure. I’m sorry.” After Jana left, Yelle also said her goodbye. "I'm leaving too, you're being possessive now." She said teasingly. When the two left, my husband turned to me. "What was that wife?" I raised my brow. “What do you mean?” “The thing that you just did.” I smirked. “I thought you want me to get jealous and be possessive of you?” Suddenly he bit his lower lip. It seems like he is keeping himself from smiling. He kissed and hugged me tightly. "That's my girl!" He whispered.