Master Hawthorne, Your Wife Is a Hidden Boss

Master Hawthorne, Your Wife Is a Hidden Boss

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#Adult #BG #Sweet #Modern Family #Wealthy Family #Fall In Love With My Boss #Romance With Younger Man
Introduction
Branded as a mother-killing omen the moment she was born, Aurora Whitmore was deemed an ill-omened child by her cruel birth father, who abandoned her in the countryside to fend for herself from infancy. The heiress status that should have been hers was stolen by an adopted fake daughter, who transformed overnight into Capital City’s darling socialite. Seventeen years later, Aurora Whitmore is forcibly dragged back to the Whitmore family. The entire clan looks down on her, outsiders sneer, and everyone waits to watch the shabby country bumpkin get crushed by the dazzling counterfeit. Confronted by her biological father’s cold accusations, Aurora Whitmore arches a defiant brow and lashes out: “I’m the unlucky one? Please—your fate kills wives, so stop dumping the blame on me.” The crowd thinks she’s all talk and laughs at her overconfidence. the Whitmore family shines in every spotlight: the eldest son commands a conglomerate, the fake daughter is a celebrated designer, the third young lady has swept every math prize in sight. Everyone is convinced that Aurora Whitmore, with nothing to her name, will never survive. But face-slaps arrive faster than anyone can blink. Professors from Capitalis University chase her for solutions to unsolvable problems, an e-sports god kneels to beg her onto his team, and the dean of the medical world bows to her every command. No one realizes this seemingly ordinary girl is cloaked in layers of identities: the godfather of hackers, the mercenary king, the underground boxing champion, a medical miracle, a top-tier racing driver… She’s wild and lawless, doing whatever she pleases—once raising a gun without hesitation and nearly sending Capital City’s all-powerful Fifth Master Hawthorne to the afterlife. Onlookers assumed she was doomed; instead, that ruthless, cold-blooded Fifth Master Hawthorne became her devoted lapdog. The world wonders why he indulges her. Fifth Master Hawthorne answers with single-minded obsession: “If she blows up the city, I’ll light the fuse; if she makes a move, I’ll clean up the mess.” Ruthless to the outside world, he’s utterly submissive to her alone—an extreme, obedient husband-slave. From then on, true and fake heiresses clash, and the entire elite circle gets slapped in the face. Two apex predators bulldoze every obstacle and reign supreme in their own arenas—pure, brainless satisfaction cranked to the max.
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Bright Town—

After living seventeen years, Aurora Whitmore was finding out for the first time that she wasn’t an orphan after all.

That father of hers, the one everyone said had been run over and killed ages ago, was actually alive and kicking. Not only that, he was some big-shot figure in Capital City.

The luxury car sent to take her back to "enjoy the good life" was already parked at the gate.

The whole neighborhood had come out to watch the drama.

"The Whitmore family owes this girl way too much. If they’ve got even a shred of conscience left, they better make it up to her from now on."

Inside the yard,

the old lady stood face-to-face with the elegant woman.

The woman had a designer bag hooked over her arm. One hand kept waving in front of her nose like the air itself offended her. Her face was well maintained, sure, but the disdain on it was impossible to miss. She didn’t respect the old lady one bit.

"Her father has to take her to a proper hospital and get her checked."

At that, the elegant woman shot an impatient glance toward the corner of the yard—

The girl was standing beside a chicken coop fenced with bamboo strips, holding a chipped plastic basin.

Ever since the woman stepped through the gate, that girl had been busy fussing over those scrawny chickens, acting like the woman who came to pick her up had absolutely nothing to do with her.

Granted, she had only been here for two minutes.

Still, shouldn’t this girl have been waiting at the gate ages ago, eyes full of gratitude, practically craning her neck to watch for the car, then rushing over the second it stopped?

I mean, after waiting all these years, after finally getting the chance to leave this dump because her rich father had come to take her away to a better life—

How was this nothing like what she had pictured?

Aurora Whitmore grabbed the last handful of feed and scattered it neatly into the coop with easy practice. Then she casually flung the basin to the ground.

Crack.

The already broken basin split even more.

She’d been the one who smashed it up like that in the first place.

She dusted off her hands, then lazily slid them into her pockets before finally turning her head to glance their way.

That expressionless face carried a clear, sickly chill.

Her skin was already pale, but now it looked even more unhealthily white.

The old lady was still going on and on.

The elegant woman cut her off impatiently. "Alright, alright, I got it."

As she spoke, her eyes kept roaming up and down over the girl.

The girl looked like her mother, inheriting that stunning face almost perfectly, but her whole vibe was the complete opposite, and her personality was even further off.

One look at those cold, distant eyes was enough to tell.

A plain white T-shirt, wide-leg jeans, and a high ponytail tied up neat and clean. Her thin frame looked even frailer under the loose clothes, so gaunt it made people feel a little bad for her.

But seriously, that face was ridiculously good-looking.

On the surface, she looked like one of those obedient top students who only cared about school, but that was totally different from what her husband had found out—that she skipped class every other day and ran wild all over the place.

Probably all an act.

Just looking at her now, hands in her pockets, standing there with that nothing-scares-me posture, made it obvious this girl was definitely not someone easy to mess with.

"Aurora, go wash your hands, then... then go home with her... with Mrs. Whitmore."

The old lady held back her tears and took her to wash up.

Aurora Whitmore said, "You're really not coming with me?"

Her voice was light, almost flat, but the concern in it was real.

The old lady shook her head, smiling with that same gentle warmth. "Grandma can't leave this place. Don't worry. I can take care of myself."

Even though Aurora Whitmore promised again and again that she had the ability to find her a separate place to live in Capital City, the old lady still refused without wavering.

For one, she did not want to become a burden to her.

For one thing, she really didn’t want to see Aurora Whitmore’s father.

She was getting old. She couldn’t stay by Aurora’s side for much longer, and sooner or later, Aurora had to leave this place.

Most importantly, Aurora needed to get proper treatment at a big hospital.

"When you get back, have your dad take you to a good hospital first and get your body sorted out."

The old lady held Aurora’s hand tight, over and over, like she was afraid that if she let go too soon, there would be things left unsaid.

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