The Stoic Nurse's Obsession: My Secret Queen
At St. Jude’s Prep, I was the "scholarship waste" in a sea of navy blue blazers and old money. I purposely handed in a blank placement exam, accepting a spot in the remedial track just to gain access to the school's high-speed server backbone.
While my teachers mocked my "inevitable failure," I was secretly fighting a digital war. I intercepted a high-level breach by the notorious hacker Black Eagle, bricking his hardware and neutralizing the threat before he could touch the school’s financial records.
But at home, the victory tasted like ash. My socialite mother, Inger, called me a "useless stain" and a "waste of space" over a dinner of roast beef and expensive wine. My stepsister Erika mocked my lack of talent, never realizing that the "freak" she despised had just earned a $50,000 bounty for a single hour of work.
I lived as a ghost, hiding my genius behind a frayed gray hoodie and a mask of indifference. I thought I was invisible, but the school nurse, Fielding Pickett, saw through my cover, tracing my pulse and my code with predatory precision.
"Nice code, Ruiz," he whispered, a warning that my sanctuary was crumbling.
The pressure finally broke me. I collapsed in the infirmary with a 103-degree fever, my secret identity hanging by a thread. As I lay half-conscious on the cot, the IT administrator burst in, screaming that the Dark Web had just put a million-dollar bounty on the head of a hacker named "Q."
Fielding leaned over me, his eyes dark and knowing, as the world outside began hunting for my life.
"I've got you, Q," he whispered, just as the darkness took me.
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Chapter 7
The walk to the bus stop was cold. The wind cut through Dallas's hoodie.
Her mother's words echoed in her head. Useless. Waste of space.
She sat on the bench. She pulled out her phone. She opened the application for Capitol University. The Ivy League of the state.
She scrolled through the requirements. GPA: 4.0. SAT: 1500+.
She had a 0.0 GPA.
She closed the tab.
She opened another app. A secure terminal.
She typed a message to a user named Ghost.
Target: Inger Bentley. Asset verification.
She hesitated. She could ruin her mother. She could drain Inger's accounts, expose her affairs, destroy her social standing with a few keystrokes.
Her thumb hovered over Enter.
She took a breath.
No. That was Black Eagle's style. Not hers.
She deleted the command.
The bus arrived. She got on.
Back at the dorm, the room was dark. Whitney and Sloan were asleep.
Dallas lay on her bed. She stared at the ceiling.
She thought about Erika's violin playing. The lack of soul.
She thought about Inger's wine glass.
She thought about Fielding Pickett's eyes.
"Birthmarks don't usually have perfect topological precision."
He knew. Or he suspected.
She rolled over. She pulled the blanket up to her chin.
She needed to be careful. She needed to be invisible.
But inside, the fire was still burning.
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7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
8.8
Aimee had been married to the president of the Carter Group, Penn, for three years, and finally ended up with divorce. 6 years after the divorce, she turned into a world-famous incense maker and returned with her two children. Countless people scrambled to marry her, and Penn was also attracted by her.A battle of lover purchasing began
7.4
Briony was devastated when her boyfriend proposed to her best friend in front of her. Not only was she betrayed, but she was also publicly humiliated.
Five years later, she became popular after writing her heartbreaking love story into a novel. Her ex-boyfriend was offended. When he condemned her, she swore she would have nothing to do with him anymore.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Briony accidentally hit a child with her car, who turned out to be the son of Alexander, her ex-boyfriend! As punishment, she was forced to be his nanny until his cast arm healed.
What would happen next? Could she endure the torture from the ex who secretly still wanted her?
7.5
WARNING: This book contains mature content, explicit scenes, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised.
"Maybe... maybe I don't ever want to be anyone's wife again."
Betrayed. Banished. Broken.
For eight years, Selena was the devoted Luna of the Knightstorm Pack, until her alpha husband branded her a whore, stripped her of their children, and cast her out.
Years later, she's risen from the ashes as a renowned artist, fiercely independent and done with men forever. But when her ex-husband discovers the devastating truth, that a cruel scheme made him punish the wrong woman, he will stop at nothing to win her back.
His reckless, alcoholic brother has always wanted her too.
And then there's the powerful alpha trapped in a loveless open marriage, willing to burn down his twenty-year union the moment he scents his second-chance mate in Selena.
Three alphas.
One woman who swore she would never belong to anyone again.
As old wounds resurface and new desires ignite, Selena must fight not only for her stolen children, but for the heart she thought was dead.
Who will claim the broken Luna... and will she ever let any of them in?
7.6
I thought one picture was harmless,something that could pass without consequences.
I never imagined it would ruin his image,threaten his company or put my family in danger.
I made a mistake and somehow,he bacame the only person that could protect us.
The contract we signed was supposed to be simple,temporary and emotionless but nothing stayed that way.
But living together changed things and getting used to his presence became a routine.
The lines we promised not to cross slowly began to blur.
9.2
When her sister proves unable to conceive, a young woman is pressured into a clandestine arrangement to serve as a surrogate for her powerful billionaire brother-in-law. What begins as a cold, contractual obligation soon spirals into a web of forbidden desire and complex emotions. As the pregnancy progresses, the boundaries between family loyalty and secret passion blur, threatening to shatter their lives and expose a scandalous truth.