The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

Chapter 2 No.

Word Count: 582 | Released on: 04/02/2026

ing estate swung open, and

shattered inche

otchy, her chest heaving beneath a diamond necklace that cost more t

e shards of glass. S

in. Bryce and Chloe walked in, hand in ha

ping with false sweetness. "She's just

ted up th

locking the banister. "Apo

t her wrist. Twenty minute

n Victoria's face. For the first time in y

va said. Her tone was flat, factual. "And

of color. "You liar!

at Nova, his jaw tightening. He chose the lie.

sidestepped Victoria

rters-she knelt by the bed. She reached underneath and pul

hree hard drives, a stack of polaroids held together by a rubb

ver one shoulder an

tch. "If you walk out that door, I am cutting you off. No

ard-the supplementary one Richard Sterling had given her for

g," Nova said. "From tod

, barking sound. "Without us, yo

"I have a mission with the Natio

one second before t

"NSA? You? Are you going to be the janito

of pity in his eyes. "You've

She didn't look back. She wa

ition. ETA?"

ice crackled in her e

et with dew soaking through her cheap heels, heading f

at the butler. "Lock the doors! If she

ked out the floor-to-ceiling window. The tre

und vibrated the g

house, rattling the win

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“I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel's ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city's elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I'm a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he's forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."”