Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

The first stage

It was the worst hangover I’d ever had, and it wasn’t even about the toxic level of alcohol I’d consumed the night before. Sure, ten thousand dollars sounded great. It would have been my first real step to gathering the amount of money I needed, but at the same time, I felt as if I was getting myself involved in a bank robbery!

I trusted my abilities, but i felt much safer when I used them from my computer at home or in our workshop. I had never had to sneak anywhere and plug into some other, off-line system to take control of it. I couldn’t believe that I had agreed to something like this!

I felt like we were engaging in a top-secret operation that required perfect planning, high precision, and an incredible amount of luck. Our mission had been divided into two stages. The first stage had to take place two days before the engagement party, and it was meant to get access to the hotel’s computers connected to the ballroom, while the second stage was about the actual engagement party event. Liam organized the whole logistical side of the operation, but I was the one responsible for its most crucial elements…

It was early Wednesday morning, and with Friday’s engagement party coming in two days, it was our time to act.

“I cannot believe that I’m actually doing this,” I grunted, putting on the hotel’s uniform. “It’s all good, Cora. You have your backdoor pass. All you need to do is go to the first floor, where the ballroom’s sound engineer’s room is, walk inside, pretend to clean it and work your magic on their computer.” Liam shrugged as if it was the easiest thing to do. I gave him a wry smile. “Don’t say it like that. You’re not the one doing it.”

“I know that it’ll be perfect. Trust me. You have nothing to worry about.” His beaming grin and his carefree words were exactly the reason why I was getting more and more restless.

on the navy blue fitted skirt and jacket, which made me look like a fancy stewardess and tied my blond hair into a slick

murmured. I laughed, mocking his remark. “Yeah… I already feel like a sexy little thief.” “I’m serious. The color matches your

missed that tickling feeling in my stomach. Perhaps my healing time was over, and I needed to find myself a decent guy to fall in love with… which

Paris Stapp

Liam got me a legit pass, giving me the identity of a temporary replacement employee. I was replacing an actual member of the hotel staff, who was paid enough to fake illness. That way, I wouldn’t have to pretend to know anyone, and I could easily excuse

to memorize all the faces. It was convenient since no one stopped me on

one eager to work there at 7 AM. Fortunately, the faking illness employee had given me her keys. That saved me from adding breaking a door lock to my list of crimes. A minute later, I

someone who had a list of passwords stuck to the corner of the screen frame? I chuckled, thinking that I should probably find this moron and buy him a coffee. He saved me at least ten minutes of work Certainly, it would have been a whole lot easier if their equipment hadn’t been intentionally disconnected from the internet, but my little, almost harmless

ability of that software was its self-deleting mechanism set on a timer, which would make the main proof of hacking disappear right after the presentation. If I hadn’t written the program myself, I would have said that it was a work of genius. I knew that “humble” had never been my second name, but why should I be ashamed, or

before I entered. I took a deep breath in and out,