Stolen Code, Broken Heart, Fierce Comeback

tel room was the only light, ill

perfect, camera-ready smile, touting 'EvolveAI

of Silicon Valley, the brilliant mind

future. He had stole

my three years of coding on a hard drive in his bag,

klisting me from an industry I helped build, all while Bethany Cole,

everything I owned, living as a ghost under pseudonyms, cleaning up

darkness, a deep pit I couldn' t climb out of, trapp

ng in my stolen glory, a cold, sharp r

et justice, I would take back what was mine,

gital signature-a back door I'd built into 'Prometheus,' a failsafe only I knew. He wa

oming a billionaire. And I

wasn't going to be a victim. I was the storm he never saw coming. I would let h