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etwork I had built from the ground up in my twenties. A secret society of strategists, hackers, information brokers, and manipulators. We weren' t a club for petty infidelity. We

a legend in this dark, hidden corner of the internet. They thought I had disappeared, a ghost in the machin

a rival corporation for a client by turning their own executives against each other. The satisfaction of helping a woman escape an abusive marriage by

domestic matters, was now whirring back to life. The analytical pathways, the

nder a fake identity. He wasn't my target; he was just a charming, ambitious man who seemed different. He see

tant vigilance, of the emptiness that came with seeing everyone as a pawn. I wanted to b

away. I became Sarah Miller, corporate strategist turned devoted homemaker. I fell in love

d to keep us all in check. You could leave the game, but only if you found something real. If the reality

Club' s resources to dismantle their entire life. You had to beat them so thoroughly that they could never play again. It was

had unwittingly declared himself a target in a game he didn' t even know existed. He thought he was playing che

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