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The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife
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."Xi'an Liu slumped in his gaming chair, his eyes fixed on the screen as his character, "Liu_Xi'an_88," fell to the ground for the umpteenth time. The words "Game Over" taunted him in bold, red letters. His frustration was palpable, the tension in his shoulders and clenched fists a testament to his growing anger.
"Why can't I beat this guy?" Xi'an muttered to himself, his mind racing with strategies and tactics. He had tried everything - different weapons, different skills, different tactics - but nothing seemed to work. Eternal Arena, the game he had been playing nonstop for weeks, was driving him crazy.
Just then, his phone buzzed. It was his mom. "Hey, sweetie, your dad and I are coming over to visit. We'll bring dinner."
Xi'an groaned, not wanting to be interrupted from his gaming session. "Mom, can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something."
"What's more important than spending time with your family?" his mom asked, her voice firm but gentle.
Xi'an sighed, knowing he couldn't avoid her. "Fine, mom. Come on over."
As he waited for his parents to arrive, Xi'an tried to focus on the game again. But his mind kept wandering, thinking about how much he didn't want to have this conversation with his parents. They just didn't understand his passion for gaming.
And to make matters worse, the new game he had ordered, "Demon Apocalypse," was still on its way. He had been waiting for weeks, and he was starting to get anxious. He had heard great things about the game, and he was expecting it to be a major improvement over the first one.
As he waited for his parents to arrive, Xi'an couldn't help but think about the new game. He had high expectations for it, and he was hoping it would be the key to finally beating his nemesis, the pesky mage.
But for now, he was stuck in this frustrating cycle of defeat and disappointment. And to make matters worse, his parents were about to arrive, and he knew they would only add to his frustration.
Xi'an's parents walked in, carrying a big bowl of his favorite pasta and a concerned expression. "Hey, sweetie, how are you doing?" his mom asked, giving him a hug.
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