The Silent Bride's Dangerous Billionaire Escape
Chapter 7
The penthouse was silent. It was 2:00 AM.
Gracelyn slipped out of the guest room. She was barefoot, moving like a ghost across the polished concrete floors.
She reached the living room control panel. Gracelyn popped the plastic casing off with a nail file. She pulled out the connector cable she had scavenged from a phone charger and spliced it into the data port.
She connected her phone.
Gracelyn's fingers tapped rhythmically on the glass screen. She bypassed the home firewall. She used the HVAC system as a backdoor into the external router.
Target: Durham Global Mainframe. Project Chimera files.
She wasn't just hacking a website. Gracelyn was attempting to breach one of the most secure corporate servers on the planet. She didn't want to change a public record; she wanted to find the skeleton in his closet, the one piece of leverage that could buy her freedom.
The progress bar crawled. 40%... 60%...
Inside the master bedroom, Constantine was awake. He was lying in bed, watching a tablet. The screen showed a night-vision feed of the living room.
He watched Gracelyn huddled by the thermostat. A small smile played on his lips.
A message popped up from Marcus: Intrusion detected on Node 4. Block it?
Constantine typed back: No. Let her through. I want to see how good she is.
Back in the living room, Gracelyn hit the final encryption layer. It was tough. Department of Defense level. But she had a worm she'd written years ago. Ghost.
She deployed it. The lock shattered.
Gracelyn was in.
She found the directory. Project Chimera. A black-ops acquisition of a rival tech firm. The methods were brutal, borderline illegal. This was it.
Gracelyn began the download.
The screen flashed red. ACCESS DENIED. SYSTEM LOCKDOWN. ANOMALY PURGED.
He had let her in just to slam the door in her face. It was a trap.
Gracelyn exhaled, a long, shaky breath. She had failed. He was toying with her.
She disconnected, snapped the panel back on, and crept back to bed.
The next morning, Gracelyn was almost cheerful. A manic, frustrated energy buzzed under her skin. She sat at the breakfast table, drinking coffee.
Constantine walked in. He looked fresh, sharp. He poured himself a cup of black coffee.
"You slept well," he noted.
Gracelyn typed: Very well.
"Good," he said. "Because we have a busy night. The Met Gala is tonight. You need to attend as Mrs. Durham."
Gracelyn suppressed a smirk. She would go. The Gala was crowded. It was the perfect place to slip away into the crowd and disappear.
"Before we go," Constantine said, sliding a document across the marble island. "Sign this. Just a standard asset protection addendum."
Gracelyn looked at it. It was legal gibberish. It didn't matter. She would be gone by morning.
She signed it with a flourish.
"You signed that quickly," Constantine said. His eyes were dancing with amusement.
Gracelyn batted her eyelashes. I trust you.
"Excellent," he said, taking the paper. "Don't disappoint me tonight, Gracelyn."
Gracelyn went to get dressed.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Constantine tapped his earpiece.
"Marcus. The download attempt last night left a digital signature. Cross-reference it with the anonymous tip from the Pierce case two years ago. And double the security at the Gala. My wife is feeling adventurous."
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