The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

Nova stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel's grand ballroom, her thumb tracing the rubber edge of her wristband. It looked like a twenty-dollar fitness tracker, the kind you bought at a drugstore checkout. It was the only thing on her body that didn't itch. The black dress she wore was polyester, stiff and unbreathable, bought off a clearance rack three seasons ago.

A sharp vibration buzzed against her radial artery.

She didn't look up. She tilted her wrist slightly, shielding the screen with her body.

DARPA: Priority Red.

Her pulse didn't jump. It steadied. This was familiar. This was solvable. The chaos of a social gala was not.

She tapped the side of the bezel. Short. Long. Short.

Standby.

The chandeliers overhead dimmed, plunging the room into a manufactured twilight. A single, aggressive spotlight cut through the darkness, hitting the center stage. The feedback of a microphone squealed, making half the room wince.

Bryce Calloway stepped into the light.

He looked perfect. His tuxedo fit him like a second skin, expensive and tailored. Hanging off his arm, draped in shimmering silver silk, was Chloe Sterling. Nova's sister. Or rather, the daughter of the people who had tolerated Nova's existence for the last twelve years.

Chloe looked down, feigning a shyness that Nova knew she had never felt in her life.

"Thank you all for coming," Bryce's voice boomed, smooth and practiced. "Tonight is about charity, yes. But it is also about honesty."

The room went silent. The clinking of silverware stopped.

Bryce took a breath. He looked solemn. He looked like a man about to deliver bad news with the utmost bravery.

"It is with a heavy heart," he said, "that I must announce the end of my engagement to Nova Sterling."

A ripple of gasps moved through the room like a wave. Whispers hissed behind manicured hands.

"Love cannot be forced," Bryce continued, turning his gaze to Chloe. "And sometimes, the heart finds its true north in the most unexpected places. I am proud to announce that Chloe and I are together."

Chloe looked up then, eyes glistening with practiced tears. She leaned her head on his shoulder. It was a tableau of romantic victory.

Then, Bryce's gaze swept the room, deliberately finding her in the shadows. He gestured vaguely in her direction.

The crowd followed his line of sight. Their heads turned in unison, a hundred pairs of eyes hunting her down until she was pinned by their collective stare.

She raised a hand as if to shield her eyes, the sudden attention as stinging as any physical light.

The guests around her scrambled back. They moved as if she were contagious, leaving her isolated in a circle of empty parquet floor. The silence was heavy, thick with judgment and pity.

"Nova," Bryce said from the stage. His voice was patronizing, dripping with fake sympathy. "I hope you can understand. We didn't want to hurt you, but we couldn't live a lie."

Nova lowered her