The Reclusive Genius Came And Conquered Novels & Stories

But now,i had a name that opened doors. I had money that gave me options. I had Vivian's unfinished investigation as a head start. I had the rage of a woman who had been murdered on her wedding night and the grief of a mother who had never been allowed to fully mourn her child. And I had something that neither Annabel nor Raymond ,nor Michael nor any of them had ever credited me with possessing. I was smart. Not in the way that got noticed in rooms full of powerful people. But in a quiet way,the kind of intelligence that absorbs information and waits and connects things and builds until the moment arrives to use what has been built.

I've been hiding my excellent grades from my childhood friend, Oliver Barton, for years because of his jealousy. A day before the college entrance exam, he comes clean to me and admits that he's been taking private tutoring lessons without my knowledge for the past three years. His grades are good, and he plans to go to an elite college after graduating high school. I stand there, stunned, listening to his every word. "Viv and I both have excellent grades. There'll soon be even more in common between us both after we go to the same college in Haven City. "Once we're in college, we'll tutor you seriously so you can also get into a better college after you repeat your year." He and my bes

Leaving me furious and unsettled. I told Isla about the encounter. "He basically declared war," I said. "He's been waging war for months. Now it's just personal." "There's something off about him. The way he talked. Like he knows us. Like this is personal." "Maybe he's just an asshole." "Maybe. But I'm going to dig into his background. See what I can find." That night, in the hotel room, I Googled Adrian Cross. Found the usual tech press. Puff pieces about the "boy genius." How he built Zenith from nothing. Revolutionary products. Disruptive innovation.

Russell whispered it in a very proud tone. Lunatte snorted. “You think you’re the only genius? I’m also a genius. And they are also my biological children! Of course, my genes are also passed on to them,” Lunatte said, feeling a little annoyed. Russell said it as if he himself had passed on that genius. Russell grinned. His hands slipped behind his wife’s hips. Lunatte was very surprised because Russell pulled her closer suddenly until their bodies really stuck. “Ah! Hey!” Lunatte patted her husband’s chest. Her eyes glared.

he stated. “Look?" I questioned, carrying a plate of meat to the back porch. “Yes. They only look clean. Not even the IRS would think to audit this guy. But they are a bunch of stupid pencil pushers. Whereas I am a brilliant mad genius werewolf,” he said. I could hear him holding back an evil cackle when he called himself a made genius.

His golden-brown eyes locked onto her face, intensely tracking the subtle, raw scent of fresh rain and crushed violets that now poured off her skin in intoxicating waves, completely unmasked. "The High Court lords in the capital have already received my encrypted bird messenger," Ethan continued, his voice dropping into a low, private growl meant only for her ears. A dark, cold smile touched the edge of his lips. "The reports say the council chamber is currently in a state of absolute, chaotic panic. They are scrambling to uncover the identity of this 'hidden genius Omega' who single-handedly re-engineered a royal formula on the battlefield. Tanya's loyalists are terrified."

He was gone. But his genius survived now in this sharp tongued, quick witted young woman who had no idea how big of a threat she still posed. The company didn’t scare me. I could buy it blindfolded. But I wanted it. Because it was his. And because now, it was hers.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford stared at me like she was still dreaming. “How in the world did you do it?” I shrugged, letting a smirk curl my lips. “Talent.” Olivia snatched the contract from her mother, flipping through it like she was searching for a mistake. Her jaw clenched tighter with each page. Watching the two of them squirm was better than coffee. I walked over and sank proudly onto the couch, crossing my legs. They stood there—speechless, defeated—and I loved every second of it.

Damien's POV There was something interesting about power that people failed to understand. They believed that power comes from money, but they were damned wrong! Power comes from information, it comes from knowing what others try to hide, understanding what they fear, and acting before they expect you to. That was how I always stayed ahead of my competitors and that was why I knew about Aiden Cross’s divorce before half his own board did. I was in my office that morning, reviewing the Q3 projections for Cross Industries when my legal advisor, Marcus, knocked once and let himself in.

He led me out of the mansion toward the waiting car. The charity gala was held in one of the city’s most luxurious hotels. It was glamorous, and women dripped in diamonds. Men in designer’s suit laughed over champagne. The second Damian and I entered, people turned in our direction and soft surprised whispers followed. “That’s his wife?” “She’s beautiful.” “I heard she came from nothing, she’s too innocent for him.” I lowered my eyes. Damian’s hand pressed against my lower back, it felt possessive. I gasped softly at his touch.