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Penniless Divorce: The Secret Hacker Queen

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 719    |    Released on: 30/09/2026

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riveway, coming to a halt before the tower

en and stepped out onto the gr

k seat, falling into step half a pace behind me

who had served the estate for over a decade, dr

whispered, her

said, my tone even. "Are

parlor," she stammered, w

uble doors and walked straight

armchair reading the morning financial paper,

of me, was already there, loudly boasting about th

" Daphne shrieked, springing up fr

ly, trying to look like the man

drag your mess to my front door? You've h

aving her freshl

ng a stranger into our home. S

mahogany coffee table, my

It's Whitfield Manor. You're just

oved forward, opening his b

rust documents and laid them

a Whitfield is now the sole executor and owner of this estate and all asso

o an ugly shade of gray,

were drawn up! I have poured millions of Cole family capital into keeping this est

a chilling laugh. "My mother knew exactly what kind of parasite you were

earing wet red polish ac

belongs to us!" Daphne scr

ed up, my eyes sweeping over the three of them. "You have th

aze dropping to the platinum diam

klace into my hand, closing my

s legacy st

rward, trying to

back! Tha

ence," Owen stated calmly from the side. "Attempting to claim stolen

e, looking desperately at Henry,

ning my back on them and walk

enry roared behind me, slamming his fist

step, looking down at

l for the last three ye

the screen in full view of the

I have multiple intruders refusing to vacate my private p

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Penniless Divorce: The Secret Hacker Queen
Penniless Divorce: The Secret Hacker Queen
“I was the despised wife of NHL superstar Chace Mayo, a woman everyone assumed married him for his wealth. Our two-year marriage reached its breaking point when his fingers clamped around my throat like a vise, nearly choking me to death in his silent study. "You're a disgrace, Colette," he hissed, each word a shard of ice. "A pathetic, climbing Puck Bunny." After the housekeeper interrupted his murderous rage, he didn't show a shred of remorse. He ordered me locked in a cramped attic, bellowing at his assistant to draft divorce papers immediately, demanding I be thrown out without a single penny. As I tried to leave, his arrogant stepsister blocked my exit in front of all the maids. She viciously accused me of stealing their family valuables and forced open my suitcase, only to find a pile of faded, cheap clothes. The original Colette Hammond died in that study, her spirit completely crushed by a cruel man she loved. She couldn't understand why her endless submission only earned her a brutal death sentence. But when I opened my eyes in the mirror, the fear was gone. I am Aine Dalton, a woman who died from a ruthless betrayal in another life, now awakened in this battered body. I coldly signed his papers without reading the terms, leaving that beautiful cage behind. From now on, this body is mine, and the game has just begun.”