My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker
I was Z, the world's most lethal hacker. But after I died, I woke up gasping for air in a massive, freezing bathtub.
Memories that didn't belong to me slammed into my brain. I was trapped in the body of Zero Vance, a notorious "trashy young master" of a wealthy family, who was actually a girl hiding in plain sight.
The original owner of this body was a pathetic, lovesick stalker obsessed with an esports god named Maverick Thorne.
She wore ridiculous rainbow hair and cheap makeup, sending him thousands of desperate, unread texts every single day.
When he completely ignored her, she became the ultimate laughingstock.
Bullies at her elite academy spray-painted "freak" on her locker, shoved her around, and her own family looked at her with exhausted disappointment.
Unable to take the endless humiliation and his cold rejection, she swallowed a bottle of pills and slipped into the icy water.
Looking at the ruined, tear-stained reflection in the mirror, physiological disgust washed over me.
Why would anyone throw their life away for an arrogant, frozen block of ice?
I grabbed the grooming scissors and sheared off the neon hair until only a sharp, silver-blonde crop remained.
I deleted his contact, blocked his number, and put on a perfectly tailored black suit.
When the school's head cheerleader pointed a finger at my nose, warning me to stay away from Maverick, I snapped it backward.
"I have zero interest in Maverick Thorne."
I am alive. And as the new Zero, I am going to take everything back.
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Chapter 7
The victory screen illuminated Finn's face. His chat was still losing its mind over the ten-minute slaughter.
Maverick didn't look away from the monitor. He tapped his index finger against the side of his coffee cup.
"Move," Maverick commanded.
Finn scrambled out of his ergonomic chair so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet. Maverick sat down, his large hand wrapping around the mouse. He logged Finn out.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in his own credentials.
The screen glowed with a unique, dark-gold border reserved for only one account in the world. M. T.
The stream chat went absolutely nuclear.
CAPTAIN IS ON HIS MAIN!
HE'S GOING TO ADD SPADE Z!
Maverick's face was an unreadable mask of ice. He pulled up the recent players list, found the ID Spade Z, and clicked the 'Add Friend' button.
A soft chime echoed through the room. The request was sent. Finn rubbed his hands together, grinning. "He's gonna freak out when he sees who added him."
In the dark, heavily curtained bedroom of the Vance estate, Zero leaned back in her chair. She rolled her shoulders, feeling the slight burn of lactic acid in her wrists. The hardware test was a massive success. The latency was zero.
She moved her mouse to close the game client.
Suddenly, a massive, gold-trimmed notification box popped up in the bottom right corner of her screen.
Player M. T. has requested to add you as a friend.
Zero's dark eyes narrowed. The name triggered a visceral reaction in her chest. M. T. Maverick Thorne. The god of esports. The man the old Zero had humiliated herself over for years.
If the old Zero were here, she would have hyperventilated and passed out from joy.
Zero let out a harsh, mocking scoff. She remembered the freezing, disgusted look Maverick had shot her from the second-floor window just hours ago.
Her finger clicked the mouse. She didn't hesitate. She didn't pause to think about the prestige.
She hit Reject.
The notification vanished. Zero immediately hit Alt+F4, killing the game client entirely, and brought up her dark web coding terminal.
Back at the Empire Alliance base, the room was dead silent.
A small, gray system box popped up on Maverick's screen.
The player has rejected your friend request.
Finn gasped, clapping a hand over his mouth. The Twitch chat froze in collective shock. Someone had just rejected M. T.
Maverick stared at the gray box. The air around him plummeted to sub-zero temperatures. A muscle feathered in his jaw.
He didn't yell. Instead, a slow, incredibly dangerous smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. The rejection didn't deter him; it ignited a violent, burning need to conquer.
Maverick stood up abruptly. His black trench coat flared out behind him as he marched toward the secure glass doors of the technical department.
He pushed the doors open. Gus Kowalski, the team's Chief Technology Officer and resident hacker, was sitting at his multi-monitor setup, chewing loudly on a lollipop.
Maverick walked up behind him and slammed both hands down on the desk. Gus choked on his candy, spinning around in terror.
"Drop everything you're doing," Maverick ordered, his voice a lethal, vibrating baritone.
"C-Captain?" Gus stammered.
"Track the ID Spade Z," Maverick said, his blue eyes dark and stormy. "I want his physical IP. I don't care if you have to tear through every firewall in North America. Find him."
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8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
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When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.
7.9
Eileen Goff was a nobody, scrubbing diner tables to survive while her greedy family bled her dry.
On the eve of her twentieth birthday, the government's mandatory marriage algorithm matched her with a spouse.
It wasn't a plumber or a teacher. It was Harrison Butler, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire king of Butler Industries.
At the registry, Harrison's glamorous intended fiancée threw a half-million-dollar check at her.
"Take the money, get out of here, and never show your face again."
The registry supervisor even offered her a million dollars to sign a cancellation agreement, trying to erase her from the system.
At their first high-society gala, Harrison's stepmother and the fiancée locked Eileen in an empty room, plotting to humiliate her and prove she was just cheap trash.
Eileen was terrified and confused. Men like Harrison Butler didn't just accept federal matches with girls who smelled like fried onions.
But instead of abandoning her, Harrison smashed the door open, publicly banished his own family, and kissed her in front of the entire city's elite.
Why was this billionaire going to such extreme lengths to protect a complete stranger?
Then she overheard his assistant talking about a marriage clause in his grandfather's trust fund.
He didn't love her; he just needed a powerless, state-mandated wife to lock his parasitic family out of his empire.
Realizing she was a highly valuable pawn, Eileen stopped trembling, looked the billionaire in the eye, and spoke.
"I believe we can have more than just a legal relationship. We can have a business arrangement."
7.3
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This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, consensual sex, dirty talks, and adult themes. Intended for readers 18+ only.
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This is an inclusive collection for everyone-curvy queens, chubby goddesses, men loving men, women loving women, and every beautiful way desire shows up.
No judgment, just heat... and maybe a few moments where you'll have to fan yourself and pretend you're not smiling like you just got caught reading something very, very naughty.
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The lie shattered on a Tuesday when I discovered my fiancé, Ivan, wasn't at a board meeting but at a sprawling mansion with Kiera Reese, the woman I was told had a mental breakdown five years ago after trying to frame me.
She wasn' t disgraced; she was radiant, holding a little boy, Leo, who giggled in Ivan' s arms.
I overheard their conversation: Leo was their son, and I was merely a "placeholder," a means to an end until Ivan no longer needed my family's connections. My parents, the Donovans, were in on it, funding Kiera' s lavish life and their secret family.
My entire reality-the loving parents, the devoted fiancé, the security I thought I' d found-was a carefully constructed stage, and I was the fool playing the lead role. The casual lie Ivan texted me, "Just got out of the meeting. So exhausting. I miss you. See you at home," while he stood beside his real family, was the final blow.
They thought I was pathetic. They thought I was a fool. They were about to find out just how wrong they were.
9.5
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