"After all, the persona you're selling is a broke college kid making twenty-five hundred a month." he continued.
Maeve actually laughed.
When she stopped, she said with complete seriousness, "That persona isn't fake. My paycheck really is twenty-five hundred."
"Otherwise why would I envy your housekeeper? Her salary is at least ten times mine."
Maeve pushed the card back. "My dad raised me on one rule: you don't take what you didn't earn."
Andres pushed it back toward her again.
"ZERO, the legendary hacker—if you need money, all the hackers in the world might as well pack up and go home."
"This card is a husband's spending money for his wife."
"And remember," he added evenly, "I'm your husband. Not ‘someone else' in your father's definition."
Andres had expected that when he said the name ZERO, Maeve would at least look surprised.
She only smiled.
It caught him off guard.
"Finding out you're ZERO wasn't meant as an insult," he said. "I wasn't trying to cross a line."
For years, he'd used every channel he had to search for ZERO.
And the mythical figure had been living under his roof the entire time—his legal wife.
Maeve hummed in acknowledgment. "Hans got my IP last night. I noticed."
Andres blinked. "Why didn't you stop him?"
With ZERO's skills, shaking Hans should've been effortless.
"It didn't matter," Maeve said.
ZERO wasn't a secret she absolutely had to protect.
That night, Isla and Luka had a screaming fight.
Isla accused him of chasing women and neglecting the family. If he'd put even half that energy into their home, Maeve wouldn't have been able to turn the internet into a guillotine.
Luka cursed Isla as bad luck incarnate.
If she hadn't stirred up trouble on Twitter, Maeve wouldn't have dug out so much Morales filth and thrown it to the world.
They fought from the living room to the bedroom, then back again.
Finally, Luka snapped and shouted—again, right in Isla's face:
"If you had half of Serenity Vance's grace, my life wouldn't be this miserable."
"I must've been blind to marry a troublemaking bitch like you."
"An actress is an actress—trash that'll never belong in polite society."

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