His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York.
To them, she was just a shameful charity case.
The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash.
When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious.
Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition.
In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food.
They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile.
They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty.
They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly.
They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley.
What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun?
Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone.
Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull.
As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.
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Chapter 8
Elia walked back into the empty Class 10 room. The heavy metal music was off.
She sat at her desk, her phone resting flat on the surface. Her fingers tapped the screen with terrifying speed.
The classroom door swung open. Cody rushed in, his chest heaving. He had followed her from the cafeteria.
"Holy shit," Cody breathed, staring at her with wide eyes. "You just took down a 200-pound linebacker with a butter knife. Are you insane?"
Elia ignored him. Her eyes were locked on the scrolling green code.
Cody walked over, leaning over her desk. He looked at her phone.
"What are you doing now?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Taking out the trash," Elia replied coldly.
She launched a brute-force attack on the school's main server. The Elite Prep firewall was designed by top-tier cybersecurity firms, but to Elia, it was made of wet paper.
She breached the admin node in twelve seconds.
She accessed the backend of the anonymous gossip forum.
She ran a reverse-IP trace on the post that had started the rumor. The code stripped away the VPNs and proxy shields in a matter of seconds.
The source IP address flashed on her screen.
It belonged to a device registered on the school's Wi-Fi network.
Device Name: Geri's iPhone 14 Pro.
Elia's lip curled into a sneer. Sloppy. Stupid.
She didn't just delete the post. Deleting it wouldn't clear her name. She needed to destroy the source.
She opened a backdoor she had quickly installed in Geri's phone last night, taking advantage of the brief, vulnerable window when Gorge had ordered the townhouse's Wi-Fi router reset. She accessed Geri's voice memos.
She found a recording from yesterday afternoon.
Elia wrote a forced-execution script. She bundled the audio file with a highly aggressive pop-up virus.
She targeted every single device connected to the Elite Prep network. Phones, tablets, smartboards, even the digital clocks in the hallways.
She hit execute.
Cody watched as Elia's screen went black.
Then, a blood-red skull materialized in the center of her screen.
At that exact moment, a deafening, synchronized alarm blared throughout the entire school.
Every phone in the building vibrated violently. Every smartboard in every classroom snapped on, glowing blindingly bright.
The red skull appeared on thousands of screens simultaneously.
Then, the audio started playing. It blasted from the classroom speakers, from the phones in students' pockets, from the cafeteria PA system.
It was Geri's voice. Clear, shrill, and dripping with malice.
"I'm going to post that she's a whore," the recording of Geri echoed through the halls. "Make sure you guys comment on it immediately. Say she slept with an old man to pay tuition. I want that rust-belt trash expelled by Friday."
A second voice, one of Geri's minions, laughed. "You're a genius, Geri. Everyone will believe it."
The recording looped. Three times.
In the piano room on the second floor, Geri stared at her phone. The red skull glared back at her. Her own voice mocked her from the speaker.
The blood drained from Geri's face. Her hands started shaking so violently she dropped the phone onto the piano keys with a discordant crash.
Her perfect, innocent image. Shattered in ten seconds.
Back in Class 10, the audio stopped.
The red skull vanished. In its place, a single line of white text appeared on every screen in the school.
LIARS BURN.
Then, the school's entire server crashed. The Wi-Fi died. The smartboards went black.
The forum was permanently wiped from existence.
Cody stood frozen next to Elia's desk. He looked from the black smartboard to Elia's perfectly calm face.
His jaw hung open. "You... you did that. You hacked the whole school."
Elia picked up her phone and slipped it into her pocket. She leaned back in her chair, looking at him with dead eyes.
"I was playing Candy Crush," she said flatly.
Cody swallowed hard. He knew she was lying. He knew he was standing next to a monster.
Three miles away, in the back of the idling Rolls-Royce, Kane Wolf stared at his tablet.
The screen was frozen on the image of the blood-red skull.
His heart slammed against his ribs. The air in the car suddenly felt suffocating.
He knew that logo. Every intelligence agency in the world knew that logo.
It was L. The phantom hacker of the Dark Web.
"Lex," Kane barked, his voice tight with adrenaline.
Lex turned around from the front seat. "Boss? The school network just went completely dark."
"It's L," Kane said, his eyes burning with a dark, obsessive fire. "The hacker who probed our offshore financial servers and traced the necklace bounty two nights ago. They're inside the school."
Kane threw the tablet onto the seat.
"Drive to Elite Prep," Kane ordered. "Now."
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7.9
One night of deception.
A lifetime of consequences.
A bond that cannot be broken.
Nadia Williams is an Omega living in the shadows of the pack she once called home.
Since her father's death, she and her mother, Estelle, have been treated as outcasts by her ruthless uncle, Alpha Edwards. When her mother is framed for theft, Nadia is forced into a deal with the devil.
To save her mother's life, she must become a virgin substitute for her cousin, Danielle.
Her aunt, Katerina, offers a devil's bargain to set her mother free: Nadia must spend one night in the bed of the most powerful man in the country, the billionaire; Alpha Conrad Bradley.
The catch?
She must swap places with her spiteful cousin.
Conrad demands a virgin bride to secure his royal bloodline, and Danielle, Nadia's cruel cousin, has already forfeited her purity.
What begins as a desperate night of passion in the dark spirals into a web of hidden identities and betrayal.
Nadia survives the night and disappears, hoping to bury the shame of the encounter forever.
But fate has a different plan.
Desperate for a fresh start away from her uncle's shadow, Nadia secures a high-level position at Bradley Group of Industries.
As Alpha Conrad unknowingly hires Nadia at his company, an undeniable connection sparks between them.
Conrad is haunted by the scent of the woman from that night-a scent that doesn't match his fiancée, Danielle, but seems to cling to his new, brilliant employee.
As they work side-by-side, Nadia finds an unexpected and beautiful second chance at a life she thought was lost.
Yet, buried secrets threaten to destroy everything.
When the Alpha discovers the woman he truly bonded with, the fallout will be legendary.
8.4
Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia.
Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed.
Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom.
"In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes."
He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief.
Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness?
Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
9.6
Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge.
There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his.
But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy.
Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye.
Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison.
Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life?
Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.
8.8
Clara supported her boyfriend Leo for four years, paying his rent and buying his headshots while working dead-end extra gigs.
On his twenty-sixth birthday, she caught him in their bed with Veronica, a wealthy producer's daughter who constantly stole Clara's roles.
Leo mocked Clara as a "pathetic, poor stepping stone" who was just there until he got his foot in the door.
Veronica threatened to ruin Clara's career forever.
Clara dumped him, packed her bags, and impulsively entered a contract marriage with a cold stranger she met at City Hall.
But her nightmare wasn't over.
When her mother suddenly needed a $200,000 emergency brain surgery, Clara was forced to take a demeaning extra gig to survive.
There, Veronica and her starlet friend cornered Clara.
They mocked her cheap clothes, ridiculed her new wedding ring as fake glass, and intentionally poured scalding coffee on her feet.
"Well, maid, you better clean that up."
Veronica laughed, forcing Clara to her knees to wipe up the burning liquid while snapping photos.
Clara swallowed her burning humiliation, secretly recording their abuse on her phone.
She endured the pain, desperate for the $300 day rate to save her mother's life, feeling entirely crushed by their overwhelming wealth and power.
What she didn't know was that outside the soundstage, her new contract husband—the man she thought was just a struggling, broke tech worker—was sitting in a sleek black Maybach.
He watched his wife kneeling on the floor, and his dark eyes filled with a lethal, terrifying rage.
8.5
I was rushed to the emergency room with a bleeding head after a horrific car crash.
But while the doctor was stitching my forehead, I heard the nurses whispering.
"The CEO of the Finley Group is upstairs right now, playing nurse to that pregnant actress."
My heart stopped. I ripped out my IV and dragged my battered body to the VIP suite, only to watch my billionaire husband tenderly wipe away his mistress's tears.
I filed for divorce that night and left his penthouse with nothing but a basic suitcase.
Carter was furious. He tracked me down, completely ignoring my injuries, and mocked me relentlessly.
"You're nothing but a breeding tool. You won't survive a week without my money."
When I later collapsed from severe stomach cramps, he abandoned me on the floor because his mistress faked a panic attack over the phone. He even nearly ran me over in the freezing rain as he sped back to her side.
I had loved him in secret for ten agonizing years, pouring my bleeding heart into a novel about my unrequited love. I couldn't understand how a man could be so incredibly cold-blooded to his own wife.
But Carter didn't know I was the anonymous author of that global bestselling book.
So when he tried to use his massive wealth to buy the film rights and give his mistress the lead role, I walked straight into his boardroom, slammed my contractual veto on the table, and finally fought back.