Too Late, CEO: Meet Your Hacker Son

I was pregnant with my billionaire husband's child. I went to the hospital to share the news, only to find him unexpectedly awake from his six-month coma.

But instead of joy, he looked at me with cold, dead eyes and threw a divorce agreement in my face.

"Sign it. Our marriage was a mistake," he ordered, threatening me with a fate worse than death.

Terrified by his cruelty, I fled, only to collapse in a pool of blood. I went into premature labor and was told by the doctor that one of my twin boys didn't make it.

Seven years later, I was struggling to raise my surviving son, Mase, when my ex-husband's men suddenly kidnapped me off the street.

Barrett locked me in his mansion, violently shoved up my shirt to expose my C-section scar, and accused me of abandoning our disabled son in an orphanage.

He brought out a sickly boy who looked exactly like Mase, forcing a DNA test on me while my former doctor blindly followed his orders.

I was humiliated and devastated. I had mourned my dead baby for seven years!

Where did this disabled child come from? Why did his family forge a hospital report to frame me as a heartless monster?

What they didn't know was that my seven-year-old son Mase wasn't just a normal kid.

He was a secret, world-class hacker.

And right now, he had just hijacked the entire network of Barrett's corporate empire and was walking straight into his penthouse office to get his mother back.