My Wife Is A Hacker

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife, who had struggled with fertility for years, suddenly felt nauseous. The college student we had been sponsoring panicked and rushed her to the hospital. Half an hour later, she called me. "I'm pregnant." I was thrilled, until her next words froze me in place. "The father's the college student, the one we've been supporting. He got sick that night and I felt bad for him, so I stayed over. I didn't think anything would happen. We have to keep this quiet. He's graduating soon and joining our company. We can't let this mess things up for him. "And you need to quit your job, so he can take your position. I'm going to need you home to take care of me." The sheer audacity left me speechless, but I kept my voice level. "Okay." She hung up, satisfied. What she did not know was that years ago, someone had made me a promise. If I turned 30 years old and still did not have a child, she would give me one. Today was my 30th birthday.

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" I got up from my desk and walked over. Just as I placed my hand on the washing machine, a wave of numbness surged through my body. My heart pounded wildly before I convulsed and collapsed on the floor. Just before everything went dark, I heard my wife on the phone. "He has collapsed. He should be dead by now." The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my wife asked me to fix the washing machine. I then decided to secretly follow her, only to discover she was posing as a topless model for her art teacher.

Olivia De Castro Hanz, college student. Simple, maganda at independent. Sa murang edad na disi otso ay namumuhay na mag isa at may part time job bilang pagsuporta sa sarili. Paano kung iarrange marriage ka sa taong nakikita mo lamang sa University? Kaya mo bang tumutol sa kagustuhan ng mga magulang mo?

On my wedding anniversary, I came home to rose petals and champagne. Instead of romance, I found my husband in bed with my sister—wearing the couture gown I designed for her runway debut. He called my designs "boring" and revealed the fashion house I built was actually funded by her secret investor money. The child we adopted? Her biological son with my husband, who she abandoned to chase Paris Fashion Week. I walked out in nothing but the lingerie prototype from my latest collection. In a snowstorm. Straight into an exclusive fashion week after-party where I met him: a mysterious man who mistook me for a model and offered me a drink that tasted like freedom. One night later, I owed him $100,000. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. And when I showed up to my job interview at the biggest fashion conglomerate in the industry, ready to prove my designs could save their failing luxury brand, the CEO sitting across from me was the same man from that night. He remembers me. He wants his money back. And he's offering me $5 million if I can take his brand from fashion week laughingstock to top five in three major shows. I took the bet. I just didn't tell him about the baby. Or that my ex-husband's textile company supplies the fabric for every major fashion house—including his.

I always thought my wife was just an ordinary "brother-loving sister," the kind who would do anything for her brother. But one night, I watched in frozen horror as she dismembered her brother in our storage room. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and looked straight at me. She flashed her usual gentle smile. "Honey," she called softly, her voice sweet and familiar—exactly the same as always.

I gasped, My heart raced as I read the title: Divorce agreement. "Ethan… why?” My voice cracked, tears welled up in my eyes. "I knew things hadn't been going well between us but I think we can still work things out." "It's too late," he whispered, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion. "Celine is back." He blurted out and my heart leaped to my throat as the name sent a chill into my heart. ********************************************* Sonia has put in her best to make her marriage work with her cold and distant, husband, Ethan Adamson whose heart still belongs to his ex-fiancee. She was happy when she found out that she was pregnant, thinking that she would finally succeed in gaining her husband's love when she break the news to him but little did she know that her husband had another plan for her. She planned to surprise her husband with the news on the night of their anniversary but her husband came back home and threw a divorce paper at her, stating that his ex is back. She was shattered and heartbroken. She is aware of the fact that he didn't love her but she wasn't expecting him to throw away their three years together because of his ex who cheated on him. Five years later, she resurfaced as a renowned business owner and came to London with her son for a short business trip but Ethan would go to heaven and hell to get her back into his arms. Would she accept him back?

On the day we decided to get a divorce, I saw Miranda’s account book while I was packing up my stuff. Aside from our daily expenses, Miranda had also set up a scoring sheet for me. Miranda had taken notes of all the things I had done ever since we started dating. Some of them were such miniscule things that even I had forgotten. She took note of them all with a red pen, and she scored them by either awarding me points or deducting them. However, the further down the sheet, the more points were deducted. In the end, I saw Miranda add one line in black ink. [He’s no longer the Henry Jones who used to love me: -100]

Ang tanging hiling ni Lexie Marie Delos Reyes ay matupad ang pangarap ng kaniyang Lola. Ang makasal at tuluyan nang lumagay sa tahimik. Ngunit sa araw mismo ng kaniyang kasal, gumuho ang lahat nang tumakas ang kaniyang fiancé upang sundan ang babaeng tunay nitong mahal sa ibang bansa. Sa gitna ng sakit at kahihiyan, napilitan siyang gumawa ng desisyon na magbabago ng lahat. To marry Kaizer Zapanta, her brother’s best friend. Isang lalaking kilala sa pagiging malamig, misteryoso, at isang trilyonaryo na kinatatakutan sa mundo ng negosyo. "If it’s marriage you want, I’ll take his place. But don’t expect me to give you my heart." – Kaizer Zapanta Ang kasal na inakala ni Lexie na pakitang-tao lamang ay unti-unting nagiging mapanganib sa puso niya. Unti-unti niyang natuklasang na sa likod ng malamig na anyo ng lalaki, may init pala doong kayang tunawin ang lahat ng takot, at sakit sa puso niya. And just when her heart began to trust again, Zyrus—her runaway fiancé—returned with a confession that threatened to ruin everything. "Come back to me, Lexie. After all, we’re expecting a child. Won’t you introduce me as their father?" – Zyrus Martinez Ngayon, kailangan niyang pumili. Sino sa pagitan ng lalaking minsang iniwan siya, o sa estrangherong hindi na lang basta asawa kundi ama ng kaniyang dinadala, ang kaniyang pipiliin?

This is the second book of The Billionaire’s Wife and the Mistress (Book 1) IMOGEN WARREN She caught her fiancé cheating. Luckily, she wasn’t stupid — she had signed a contract: whoever cheats first loses everything. Now her ex is bankrupt and furious, spreading nasty rumors. Rumors that say Imogen is cold. Frigid. A woman who doesn’t know how to satisfy a man. Fine. If they want to humiliate her? She’ll find a man to prove them wrong. But the stranger she chooses… feels dangerously familiar. Handsome. Dangerous. Cold. Why does she feel like she’s met him before? And why can’t she remember? ADAM WILSON Once a bastard who cheated on his sweet, patient wife — Maya. Karma came for him in many ways. The worst? Erectile dysfunction. A punishment he accepted without complaint. “She’s dead. My dysfunction is a blessing. I’ll raise my twins alone and focus on work.” But what happens when he meets Imogen? A woman with Maya’s face… A woman who makes his so-called dysfunction instantly disappear?

I don't expect to be reunited with Reyn Aldric, the heir of Frostfang Clan, at a banquet to celebrate his ascendance. I also don't expect him to throw me out heartlessly. As I walk along a deserted street, my mind replays Reyn's mocking words. "You abandoned me for money and status, Ms. Valtara. Do you regret your actions now that I've become an heir? Throw this materialistic gold digger out! I don't want to see her anywhere near me!" And so, I'm thrown out of the banquet hall just like that. I fall to the floor. It's been five years. I didn't think he would still hate me so. Then again, it makes sense. Who wouldn't hate someone who left them when they were on the brink of death? But my dear Reyn isn't dead. He's alive and well; he can even get mad at me without worrying about it affecting his health. I'm about to die, though. I don't even deserve to be emotional. Why? Because my Heart of the Wolfkin beats in Reyn's body.