My Wife is a Hacker

Nicole’s life changed drastically when she was reunited with the Riddle family. “Nothing is more important than my sister,” said her eldest brother, the domineering CEO.“You are still a student with no income. Take my credit card and spend however you like,” said her second brother, the financial expert.“I will allow no one to bully you at school,” her third brother, a top student, said.“Why did I compose this song? Because it would put a sweet smile on your face when you hear it,” her fourth brother, a talented musician, said.“You're so delicate. Let me do the dirty work for you if you want to beat someone up,” said her athletic fifth brother.Just when Nicole was barely accustomed to the pampering of her five brothers, she found herself having a fiancé, a nemesis from whom she had hacked a hundred million dollars.She needed to cancel the engagement, no matter what. But he pressed her against the door and said, “How can you run away just like that after stealing my money, you brat?”“Even if I don’t run, I don’t have the money to pay you back,” Nicole acted tough.“Oh, yeah? Then I will take you instead of money.” He then carried her on his back and took her away.

On a rainy day in September, drizzle moisturized a mountain town and washed clean the stone streets with a refreshing earthy smell in the air.

An eighteen-year-old girl was on her way to the principal’s office at the only high school in the town center.

She dressed austerely, but it did not hide the fact that she was beautiful. However, her emotionless eyes made her look sullen and unapproachable.

“Mr. Barrett, here comes Nicole.” Class teacher, Ms. Mills, led the way for Nicole.

Nicole Wallace looked at her with some surprise, wondering why Ms. Mills was suddenly so nice to her. Ms. Mills was someone who placed great importance on family background in the selection of class committee members.

“Let her in.” The principal was equally excited; even his voice was a little trembling.

Nicole slowly chuckled as soon as she stepped into the principal’s office.

It turned out to be because of him.

On the VIP sofa in the principal’s office sat a tall man, dressed in an expensive suit, looking like a social elite, but his facial features were like hers.

Nicole was studying the man just as the man was studying her.

He initially planned to go to the hospital with her for a DNA test, but now it seemed unnecessary.

She was a dead ringer for her mother with the same fine facial features and fair and delicate skin. Her beauty was hard to conceal, even if she dressed casually.

Yet the most striking thing was her eyes.

She was only seventeen or eighteen, but there was a hint of unfathomable iciness in her eyes.

Seeing him staring at herself, Nicole frowned and asked, “Who are you?”

She had always known that she was not her grandmother’s