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The Unwanted Wife's Secret Genius Identity

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 630    |    Released on: Today at 09:54

ragged Catherine bac

thetic, shivering expression vanished from Ca

derstorm battered the glass. Arjun's net was

stand. She popped the back casing off, unzipped a hidden pocket in her backpack to reveal a micro-toolkit, and w

a triple-encrypted proxy server on the dark web, by

een-digit number.

azy male voi

nformation broker, currently sitting

"Status on The Elysium Club," she ordered. The modulator warped

. "Servers are scorched eart

self. Arjun's enemies h

bounty on the dark net right now. Someone is throwing mil

"Flood the boards. Make it look like the

rossing that psycho. Besides, what could you possibly offer me? Unless you think you

l restore the 17th-century Dutch landscape y

sped. "You're pulling the Blank Ca

out tonight," Cather

llow space inside the air cond

m had cleared. A loud, sha

requires your presence in the living ro

skirt and a faded sweater. She followed Art

n diamonds. Cassandra Leigh-Wentworth. She was a top-tie

heap clothes and sneered. The heavy scen

he window, sipping black coffee. H

ummoned her to act as a human shield to d

harply against the floor. She walked right up to

f the house like a scullery maid. "Go to the kitche

ng by the walls

cry. She slowly raised her chin and

Catherine's spine straightened. A terri

s. A cold smile touched

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“I saved a poisoned, blind man in a dark hotel room, only to be forced by my abusive adoptive family into an arranged marriage the very next day to pay off their massive debts. The ruthless, crippled billionaire I was sold to turned out to be the exact same man I had saved the night before. To protect my grandfather's land, I had to hide my true identity as a top-tier neurosurgeon and hacker. I wore cheap clothes and played the role of a pathetic, stuttering country girl. He was thoroughly disgusted by my fake persona, treating me like trash and ordering me out of his sight. Worse, he was obsessively tearing the city apart to hunt down the "mysterious woman" from that night, holding my lost St. Christopher medal as a deadly bounty. "Find the owner of this medal, whatever it takes." I was trapped in his penthouse, enduring his cruel insults while dodging his paranoid grasp every time he caught a familiar scent on my skin. But the real shock came when I hacked his private servers. His blindness wasn't permanent. His own trusted medical team was deliberately feeding him a false diagnosis to keep him disabled and vulnerable. Why was someone trying to destroy him from the inside? I decided not to run. Instead, I locked my guest room door, booted up my encrypted laptop, and began synthesizing the cure to restore my tyrant husband's vision right under his nose.”