A Woman Worth Billions Dated the Wrong Brother novel Chapter 155

Fast.

Connecting.

Tracing.

Breaking through the first layer of access.

Easy.

Too easy.

“Layered system,” I murmured. “He wants me inside.”

Jason leaned slightly over me.

“Then we take control from the inside.”

I nodded.

Second firewall.

Stronger.

More complex.

I cracked it.

But then-

My breath hitched.

Subtle.

But there.

The mist.

The mist kept rising around us, thin but persistent, curling along the floor and slowly climbing higher. It wasn’t enough to obscure vision, but it was enough to interfere-with breathing, with focus, with control.

I forced myself to steady my hands as I worked on the laptop. The countdown glowed on the screen, each second ticking away with quiet precision.

Jason stood close behind me, his presence grounding and distracting at the same time. I could feel the heat of him, the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself back-for me.

Something wasn’t right.

Not just the gas.

The cameras.

I glanced up at one of the screens again, pretending to check the angle, but really watching for something else.

Watching for him.

Nothing.

No reflection.

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No shift.

No distortion.

I leaned slightly closer to the laptop, keeping my voice casual.

“Emilian,” I said, as if mildly curious, “what kind of gas are you using?”

There was a pause.

On the screen, he tilted his head slightly, studying me.

“Why?” he asked.

I shrugged lightly, keeping my tone even.

“Just wondering what you thought would be enough to stop me.’

Another pause.

Then he smiled.

“It’s just an aphrodisiac,” he said smoothly. “Nothing lethal.”

I kept my expression neutral.

Of course it wasn’t lethal.

That would defeat the purpose.

“After all,” he continued, his voice lowering slightly, “you are the prize.”

Jason’s hand tightened at my waist.

I didn’t react.

Didn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Today,” Emilian went on, “would be the engagement, the wedding… and the honeymoon.’

Silence filled the room for a brief second.

Then I smiled.

Slow.

Sharp.

“Efficient,” I said lightly.

Jason shifted behind me, and I could feel the anger rolling off him now-controlled, but barely.

I kept my eyes on the screen.

Because now I knew something he didn’t.

He wasn’t seeing everything.

He thought I was alone.

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He thought he had control.

He thought the gas would weaken me, distract me, make me easier to handle.

He was wrong.

My fingers moved faster across the keyboard.

Breaking through another firewall.

The system resisted, layers of encryption shifting and adapting, but I pushed through it.

Focus.

Breathe.

Ignore the heat.

Ignore the distraction.

Jason leaned slightly closer.

“Talk to me,” he murmured.

“Almost in,” I said quietly. “He’s watching, but not everything.”

A beat.

Then Jason understood.

“He can’t see me,” he said under his breath.

“No, he can’t, i’m not sure what kind of camera he has here, but he does not feel your presense at all,” I confirmed.

The countdown blinked again.

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I leaned closer to the screen, eyes scanning rapidly.

The final layers were coming up.

Complex.

Adaptive.

Designed to slow me down.

But not enough.

Never enough.

I paused for a fraction of a second and looked back at the camera.

At Emilian.

“You really planned all of this,” I said, almost conversationally.

His smile returned.

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“For you,” he replied.

Nilted my head.

“And yet,” I said softly, “you’re still missing pieces.”

A flicker crossed his expression.

Small.

But there.

Good.

Let him doubt.

Let him question.

Because while he was watching-

While he was talking-

While he thought he was in control-

I was already inside his system.

And this-

This was only the first move.

The mist clung to my skin now.

Warm.

Heavy.

Distracting.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my fingers to keep moving across the keyboard, even as my focus slipped in and out.

“Emilian,” I said, my voice steady despite the heat crawling under my skin, “you know… this might have worked.”

A pause.

His attention sharpened instantly.

“Oh?” he asked.

I swallowed, my breath catching slightly as Jason shifted behind me.

Too close.

“Maybe a year ago,” I continued, forcing the words out, “when I was still with Oscar…”

My hand slipped.

Just slightly.

The cursor blinked.

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Wrong input.

Nenched my jaw.

Jason moved instantly.

“Let me,” he murmured.

His hands replaced mine on the keyboard, movements precise, controlled, as he picked up exactly where I left off -breaking through the next layer without hesitation.

I leaned back slightly, closing my eyes for a second.

Focus.

But it was getting harder.

The heat.

The proximity.

The way his breath brushed the back of my neck-

I inhaled sharply.

On the screen, Emilian leaned forward.

“Why not now?” he asked, voice quieter, more intent.

I laughed.

Soft.

Breathless.

“Because,” I said, opening my eyes again, “my husband keeps me entertained… and satisfied.”

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The three missing Beckers.

Jason stilled behind me.

I felt it.

The shift.

His heartbeat-fast, uneven-pressed against my back.

The mist thickened.

And for a second-

Everything blurred.

Then-

Jason moved.

His hand steadied my waist as he leaned in-

and then-

He bit me.

Sharp.

Sudden.

Pain shot through my neck-

clean, precise, real.

I gasped.

And just like that-

The fog shattered.

My mind snapped back into focus.

The heat faded into the background.

The distraction broke.

Pain.

Clear.

Grounding.

I inhaled deeply, my thoughts locking back into place.

“Got it,” I said, my voice steadier now.

Jason pulled back just enough, his hand still at my waist, anchoring me.

Trusting me.

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The final line of code stared back at me.

The countdown blinked.

00:03:17