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Betrayed? I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 1172    |    Released on: Today at 09:46

f her black velvet gown, and followed Jeremiah down

revealing a climate-controlled underground engineering lab outfitted with dig

astered with red United States Air Force classif

key from around his neck and

om the prototype wreckage, two thousand meters beneat

dence receipt. The official Air Force crash board claimed the solid-state flight contro

examination gloves, and lifted the charred, twisted metal housing out of the foam.

with electronic-safe solvent, she carefully examined the damaged housing

ced speed of her fingers, h

hardware like this in that

e circuit board, the corner

ter engines. The physics don't change

ered scanning electron microsco

eral sections of the chip, but enough of the underlying st

, where an existing memory image could be examined

ysis progressed, Riley

ath and pulled the mec

y checks revealed something u

adable information cascad

-stage turbine RPM and fuel bypass valve status, a clean,

n't an engineer, but he recognized the cl

that flat

es and laid them on the s

imestamp. The recovered flight-control records contain an abnormal remote-erasure instruction, recorded forty minutes a

aight to the grip of his Gl

sh wasn't a mechanical

n simulation on the second monitor, point

and during the final moments of powered flight. The command coincides with an abnormal drop in

head to look at

telemetry records. Only five people in the entire defense sector have the root cryptographic keys to access a

nt flashed in

pushed so hard to declare him dead in

e console and created a separate forensic copy of the recovere

can case and tell your contacts it's stil

napped to full military attent

t on, my life belongs t

ab wall buzzed sharply. Nurse Evelyn's

to 102.5 degrees-his heart rate is climbing, and we're concerned about a possible infect

stomach

the port, shoved it into her clut

on my

or, she threw open the master bedroom doors. The heav

s his forehead and neck. His heart rate monitor flashed at 130 beat

and reviewed the latest vital signs. Two medical assistants were preparin

t, his gaze locked onto her velvet dress. His r

er heels and hurri

ukewarm water and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and the unin

palm, lacing her fingers loosely against his skin

t panic. I saw

h the sheet, his pupils contracting to

ress down weakly against the center of h

his ear, her whisper barel

stem. The evidence also shows that someone tried to erase the flight records afterw

ers tightened

his index finger tapped twice

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Betrayed? I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle
Betrayed? I Married My Ex's Powerful Uncle
“Today was supposed to be my fiancé's uncle's funeral, a solemn day for the billionaire Aldridge family. But right outside the memorial hall, I caught my fiancé and my sweet, innocent half-sister rolling around half-naked on a velvet sofa. I smashed the door open and exposed their affair to two hundred of Boston's wealthiest elites. Instead of apologizing, my fiancé cursed me for making him a laughingstock. My biological father, who had always favored his mistress's daughter, disowned me on the spot. They mocked my callused hands, calling me a cheap mechanic who never deserved to marry into high society. I was ready to walk away from this disgusting family forever, but then the military crashed the funeral with shocking news. The "dead" uncle, Callan Aldridge, was actually alive. He was brought back completely paralyzed with locked-in syndrome, given less than three months to live. His greedy brother and my cheating ex immediately began plotting to pull his life support and carve up his twenty-billion-dollar aerospace empire. It was a blatant, sickening murder hiding behind medical care. I thought it wasn't my problem, until Callan's lawyer handed me a marriage contract. Looking at the paralyzed war hero on the bed, I saw his eyes tracking me-cold, sharp, and entirely conscious. "Interesting. So the dead man picks his own knife." I picked up the pen and signed my name, ready to become their worst nightmare.”