My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

crushed agai

of the massive bathtub, water cascading down her face as she gasped, her chest heaving

boy named Zero Vance-slammed into her brain. She gripped the marble edge of the tub, her knuckles turning bone-white as her stomach pitched. Her gaze dropped to the floor tiles. An empt

d died. Yet here she was, breathing, shivering, t

ood, a sharp, suffocating pressure banded around her ribs. She looked down. Beneath the sheer,

ter" of the Vance family was

apping against the pristine white marble, an

ed hair hung in wet, pathetic clumps. Thick, cheap waterproof eyeliner was smear

ds into the freezing stream, and scrubbed her face brutally. She rubbed

d onto a pair of sharp grooming scissors. Sh

of the heavy, neon ha

n

tallic sound echoing in the massive bathroom. She sheared it all off

ammered against t

ed, his voice trembling with panic. "Please, don

rror again. Without the makeup and the ridiculous hair, the face staring back was striking. Androgynous. Leth

the door and

words died in his throat. He stared at the wet, silver hai

radiated a freezing, suffocating pressure. This

aster?" Reginald stammered,

st him, leaving a tr

she ordered. Her voice was low, ras

in that single command pinned his feet

of sequins, leopard print, and tight leather pants as

flashy garbage and threw th

lack shirt. "Young Master, those were cu

at him. The sheer, physical threat in her dark eyes made Regi

The dark fabric hugged her lean frame, instantly shift

ased in a bedazzled pink shell. She tapped the screen. The

umb moved rapidly. She opened the gallery. Thousands of

eds of unread texts sent to him. Go

s number. Dele

, walked in with a medical bag, a sneer playing on hi

e, this is a standard post-incident check-up procedure. Please cooperate," Alistair said, his voice entirel

Zero's hand shot out. She clamped her

pain. The bones in his wrist gro

Zero said, her voic

rist, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He didn't say ano

fa, crossing her long legs. She

er computer," Ze

ds. "Sir... the Master

ker was a dead hacker. She didn't

nner," she

ied Reginald more than an

r steak with flawless, aristocratic precision. Reginald stood in the corner,

he stood up and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window

rous smirk. She was alive. And she