Too Late, CEO: Meet Your Hacker Son

Chapter 6

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inst the panic clawing at her throat, forcing herself to breathe, to think. The

life for seven years. The lottery money was new; perhaps a kidnapping

he depths of her memory, co

eway. It came to a stop. The door opened, and rough hands hauled her

, and money. Her feet sank into a thick, plush carpet.

nto a chair. The hood w

oment to adjust. She was in a magnificent, two-story libra

chair across from her, swirling

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longer the man from the hospital room; he was colder, harder, and the raw power emana

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was like the scrape of steel on sto

the terror that was making her tremble. "What is the m

his lips. "Is it? I consid

ng near the fireplace. The woman, Ms. Grant, stepped forward

r hospital record from seven years ago. It detailed her pregnancy, t

old. "This is..

searching for any sign of deceit. "Look closer. I

ins. The doctor, the nurse... they told me one of them died!" Her voice ro

al was nothing more than a p

alked slowly towards her until he was standing over

pensive whiskey. He grabbed her chin, his fingers digging into her skin, forcing her to meet h

e with her own defiant one, tears of rage and f

cate, though she'd been too grief-stricken to examine it closely, had been real. This repor

on his short fuse. His face conto

venomous hiss. "And because he wasn't perfect, because he

barrage of accusations that ma

on his lips. "You are the most vile, heartless

ly bewildered. "Your son? W

ury. He saw it as a masterful performan

of a terrible purpose. "Since you refuse to confess," he said, his voice dropping t

spoke to the guard standin

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Too Late, CEO: Meet Your Hacker Son

Marnie Nomura Romance

“I was pregnant with my billionaire husband's child. I went to the hospital to share the news, only to find him unexpectedly awake from his six-month coma. But instead of joy, he looked at me with cold, dead eyes and threw a divorce agreement in my face. "Sign it. Our marriage was a mistake," he ordered, threatening me with a fate worse than death. Terrified by his cruelty, I fled, only to collapse in a pool of blood. I went into premature labor and was told by the doctor that one of my twin boys didn't make it. Seven years later, I was struggling to raise my surviving son, Mase, when my ex-husband's men suddenly kidnapped me off the street. Barrett locked me in his mansion, violently shoved up my shirt to expose my C-section scar, and accused me of abandoning our disabled son in an orphanage. He brought out a sickly boy who looked exactly like Mase, forcing a DNA test on me while my former doctor blindly followed his orders. I was humiliated and devastated. I had mourned my dead baby for seven years! Where did this disabled child come from? Why did his family forge a hospital report to frame me as a heartless monster? What they didn't know was that my seven-year-old son Mase wasn't just a normal kid. He was a secret, world-class hacker. And right now, he had just hijacked the entire network of Barrett's corporate empire and was walking straight into his penthouse office to get his mother back.”