His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.

The room was dark and small, with only a faint light coming from the small window, where the moonlight barely reached inside. Isabella's fair hands tapped rapidly on the old keyboard, her eyes fixed intently on the flickering monitor in front of her. The dim screen was filled with lines of code, but her frustration was growing by the second.

"Not again," she muttered, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. The backspace and several other keys had stopped working.

She leaned back in the creaky wooden chair, letting out a weary sigh. Her hands ached from the repeated attempts to fix the issue, but the computer, much like her life, seemed stubbornly uncooperative.

Thud...

Isabella froze, her heart racing as the sound of a bottle shattering downstairs echoed through the small house. She started to shiver uncontrollably, her hands shaking as she quickly turned off the computer. Panic surged through her as she darted to the old bed, throwing herself under the worn-out blanket.

'Please, not again,' she thought desperately, her innocent brown eyes welling up with tears. She pulled the blanket over her head, trying to block out the sounds from below. Her mind raced with fear, every noise amplifying the terror that gripped her heart. Isabella squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling under the covers as she prayed for the night to pass without incident, dreading the possibility of what might come next.

The sound of keys clattering outside her door sent a jolt of terror through Isabella's body. Each metallic click echoed in the small room, louder and more menacing than the last. Her breath hitched as the door slowly creaked open, the old hinges groaning under the weight. She curled up tighter under the blanket, her heart pounding so hard she feared it might burst from her chest.

The stale smell of alcohol filled the room as her uncle stumbled inside, the heavy scent mixing with the damp, musty air. Isabella's body began to shake uncontrollably, her hands clutching the blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She could hear his unsteady footsteps drawing closer, each one making the floorboards creak ominously.

Her uncle's shadow loomed over her, a dark silhouette against the faint light of the moon. He mumbled something incoherent, his words slurred and thick with intoxication. The sound of a bottle being set down on the nightstand made her flinch, and she squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, praying he wouldn't notice her trembling beneath the covers.

But she could feel his gaze, heavy and threatening, piercing through the thin fabric that separated them. The weight of his presence was suffocating, and she could barely breathe, her chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked gasps. Her mind screamed for her to stay still, to remain hidden, as if the blanket could somehow protect her from the nightmare standing just inches away.

Isabella's entire body was tense, every muscle rigid with fear. She fought the urge to cry out, biting down on her lip so hard that she tasted blood. The silence between them stretched, thick and unbearable, until finally, after what felt like an eternity, her uncle let out a low, guttural laugh.

Her heart sank as she felt his rough hand brush against the blanket, pulling it down just enough to expose her. Isabella's eyes flew open, wide with terror, and she stared up at him, her body paralyzed with fear. The sight of his bloodshot eyes and the twisted grin on his face made her stomach churn.

She knew there was no escape, no way to avoid what was coming. All she could do was lie there, trapped in the darkness, as her worst fears became reality.

Isabella's uncle leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy, reeking of alcohol. "You're not going anywhere, girl," he sneered, his voice low and slurred. His hand moved to her arm, rough fingers digging into her soft skin, making her wince.

"Let go of me!" Isabella's voice trembled as she struggled against him, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened, his other hand grabbing her shoulder and forcing her back onto the bed.

"Stop fighting," he growled, his eyes dark with twisted intent. "You know how this ends."

Panic surged through Isabella. She squirmed beneath him, her mind racing for a way out. His weight was crushing her, pinning her down as his hand began to slide toward her neck. "No, please!" she cried out, her voice barely more than a desperate whisper.

His lips twisted into a cruel smile as he pressed down harder, making her gasp for breath. "You're mine, Isabella. No one's here to save you."

But Isabella's eyes darted around the room, and that's when she saw it—the bottle he had carelessly placed on the nightstand. The moonlight glinted off the glass, and in that moment, she knew what she had to do.

With a burst of adrenaline, Isabella's hand shot out, fingers closing around the cold neck of the bottle. Her uncle was too focused on his own twisted pleasure to notice what she was doing. As he leaned in closer, Isabella mustered every ounce of strength she had left and swung the bottle with all her might.

The glass shattered against his head with a sickening crack. Her uncle let out a shocked grunt of pain, his grip on her loosening as he staggered back, a stream of blood trickling down his face.

"You… little…" he slurred, his words fading as he struggled to stay on his feet. But the blow had been stronger than either of them realized. His eyes glazed over with a mix of anger and confusion as he swayed unsteadily.

Isabella scrambled off the bed, her heart racing as she watched him. "Stay away from me!" she shouted, holding the broken bottle out in front of her like a shield.

He tried to take a step toward her, but his legs wobbled, and he collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud, unconscious.

Isabella stood there, panting, the broken bottle still clenched in her trembling hand. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared down at her uncle's motionless form, unable to believe what had just happened. The room was eerily quiet now, the only sound the pounding of her heart in her ears.

Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of fear, relief, and disbelief. She had fought back, defended herself against the man who had tormented her for so long. But the terror was still there, lingering like a dark shadow.

She dropped the bottle, letting it clatter to the floor, and backed away slowly, her whole body shaking. She knew she couldn't stay here any longer. She needed to get out before he woke up, before he had a chance to take his revenge.

Without a second thought, Isabella turned and fled the room, her mind set on one thing- escape