My Wife Is A Hacker Novels & Stories

I watch her eyes closed as he tosses her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. She’s been drugged. A knot releases. I never believed she wanted him but this confirms what I knew was true. God this entire situation is messing with my head. Why would I think my wife would prefer that sleezball to me? Daniel looks up at me with a quirk of a smile. I nod at him my lips pressing together. “So this proves he has her but did you get the plate of the new car?” I ask as his shoulders dip. “Jake do you even know how tricky it is to hack into each houses and flats door cam. Ther’re all on different systems and they aren’t focused on the road.” A frown pulls between my brows but before I can answer

She gasped when she realised her legs were in the air and one hand was hanging on my shoulder while the other was fisting my sky blue faded shirt. "Get me down.. what are you doing? Someone will see us like this", she said, panicking as if I am not her husband but her secret boyfriend. "Baby.. I am your husband. Remember we just got married two months ago and our official honeymoon was still left. Then how can you forget such a heartthrob handsome boy?", I say and she looks at me with a flushed face and gazes down. 'Don't forget she has a bigger following than you, Karan. And just to remind you, the way you were looking and acting a minute ago was like a hungry wolf getting ready to eat his

When Assistant Luke said this, he turned to his boss in confusion. His hacking skills were exceptional—he ranked third, and those who could vie for the top spots could be counted on one hand. “Is your wife a hacker?” Luke asked, eyes wide with curiosity. Instead of answering, Andy looked out the car window. His gaze drifted toward the sky as a soft smile touched his lips. “My wife is everything you could imagine.” Luke’s mouth twitched at that, but his expression grew solemn as he remembered what he’d uncovered earlier that afternoon.

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

Their fingers intertwined on the edge of the desk—the same desk where secrets had divided them now bound them back together. The family was still fragile, but together again. For now. Hours later, after Lila had gone to bed, Jason and Bella sat in the War Room again. The monitors now displayed a single encrypted screen—blank, waiting. Bella: “You know what we’ve just done, right?” Jason: “We gave our daughter freedom.” Bella: “And in doing that, we gave a potential spy full access to our lives.” Jason sighed. “I know.” She leaned forward. “We can’t watch Ethan. We can’t pull files. But we also can’t ignore the danger. If his family’s tied to the New Architect network—”

“And no, I don't have the means to bug you” “I'll hold you to that for now” I relaxed slightly. Another silence followed by the faint tapping of a keyboard in the background. Maybe I was being paranoid. “So what help do you have to offer?” I asked, exasperated. He sighed heavily down the line. It almost seemed like he was hesitant to say it. “You know I know that you need the help of someone skilled too. Your husband's little hacker is in a bit of a dilemma, isn't it? Don't ask how I know that, I did my research on you both after that” he said casually.

Tracer The hacker that had left me dumbfounded with how similar they are to my ex-wife. Stella could never measure up to something as interesting or important as a hacker, though. She has never shown an interest in the topic and instead scrolled through endless pages of a luxury brand’s store page or her weird interest in shirtless men like that one time I caught her in her bedroom. Tracer was at the same resort I was at this past weekend. Clara mentioned their name, stating that people mistook her for the hacker. It was confusing to hear that someone who I have worked with through the anonymity of the internet could be so close to me in my real life.

It was from James. James: Sir, Mrs. Dominic hacked into your email an hour ago. What? Why would she do that? Me: You are sure, it’s her? And to be clear we are talking about my wife. HE responded immediately. James: Yes sir, the address was hers and the location was the backyard of the church you were in. Yes sir I meant your wife, Anastasia Dominic. I ran a hand through the side of my face, if there weren’t enough problems in my life she had to hack into my stuff, particularly when I ask her to stay away and keep her journalist self away as well. Bloody hell! What did she even want to find?

I dropped the laptop carelessly on the couch beside me, I contemplated telling Bella, but I doubt that she has any information concerning this. “What a roller coaster of professions, from being daddy’s little girl to being an auctioned little girl to a mafia man who had suddenly become her husband, to being a private stripper, to an assistant, to a self-taught hacker.” I reasoned, trying not to lose it, the demons in me fighting tooth and nail to get me in their corner and consume me, but this was not the time for it, although I could not pull myself out of it, thankfully, a beep on my phone signalling the incoming message snatched me from the ugly claws trying to possess me.