His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker Novel – The room was dark and small, with only a faint light coming from the small window, where the moonlight barely reached inside. Isabella’s fair hands tapped rapidly on the old keyboard, her eyes fixed intently on the flickering monitor in front of her. The dim screen was filled with lines of code, but her frustration was growing by the second. “Not again,” she muttered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. The backspace and several other keys had stopped working. She leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, letting out a weary sigh.
Her hands ached from the repeated attempts to fix the issue, but the computer, much like her life, seemed stubbornly uncooperative. Thud… Isabella froze, her heart racing as the sound of a bottle shattering downstairs echoed through the small house. She started to shiver uncontrollably, her hands shaking as she quickly turned off the computer. Panic surged through her as she darted to the old bed, throwing herself under the worn-out blanket. ‘Please, not again,’ she thought desperately, her innocent brown eyes welling up with tears.
She pulled the blanket over her head, trying to block out the sounds from below. Her mind raced with fear, every noise amplifying the terror that gripped her heart. Isabella squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling under the covers as she prayed for the night to pass without incident, dreading the possibility of what might come next. The sound of keys clattering outside her door sent a jolt of terror through Isabella’s body. Each metallic click echoed in the small room, louder and more menacing than the last. Her breath hitched as the door slowly creaked open, the old hinges groaning under the weight.
She curled up tighter under the blanket, her heart pounding so hard she feared it might burst from her chest. The stale smell of alcohol filled the room as her uncle stumbled inside, the heavy scent mixing with the damp, musty air. Isabella’s body began to shake uncontrollably, her hands clutching the blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She could hear his unsteady footsteps drawing closer, each one making the floorboards creak ominously. Her uncle’s shadow loomed over her, a dark silhouette against the faint light of the moon.
He mumbled something incoherent, his words slurred and thick with intoxication. The sound of a bottle being set down on the nightstand made her flinch, and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, praying he wouldn’t notice her trembling beneath the covers. But she could feel his gaze, heavy and threatening, piercing through the thin fabric that separated them. The weight of his presence was suffocating, and she could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked gasps. Her mind screamed for her to stay still, to remain hidden, as if the blanket could somehow protect her from the nightmare standing just inches away.
Isabella’s entire body was tense, every muscle rigid with fear. She fought the urge to cry out, biting down on her lip so hard that she tasted blood. The silence between them stretched, thick and unbearable, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, her uncle let out a low, guttural laugh.