Price list for revenge

(Private jet rentals/hacking services/fake Hermes bags)

The countdown to the Dark Web auction is projected on the ceiling of the Dubai Sailing Hotel, where Violette's Valentino haute couture cape streams a Bitcoin ticker chart. She raises her champagne glass, the QR code at the bottom of which is scanning bidders' irises - the retinal data of twenty-three billionaires, just enough to make up the molecular lock code for a Swiss bank vault.

"Lot 007, transplantable heart, matching data from the heir to the Ethan Family Trust." The auctioneer tapped down the bone gavel studded with crushed diamonds as a holographic projection displayed Scarlett's pregnancy test, "Starting bid: three tons of Colombian cocaine, or the equivalent in junk bonds." The sound of Scarlett's own laughter comes from the VIP box, where she is jamming the bidding signal with fetal heartbeat sound waves.

The heels of Violette's Louboutin shoes tap the floor and the quantum computer hidden in the glass façade of the Burj Khalifa becomes operational. As the bidding spikes to the fifth round, the auction room suddenly fills with blue mist - a hallucinogen she injected into the air-conditioning system ahead of time to make everyone subconsciously see their worst fears of financial catastrophe.

"Temporary additional special bid." She lifts her cloak to reveal the Moody's code under her collarbone, and the Augmented Reality glasses in the room suddenly display a list of blood colors:

30-minute video of Federal Reserve Chairman chatting naked (with dollar-proof watermark template)

Scarlett uterine environment real-time monitoring rights (with embryo gene editing logs)

Lucas brain-computer interface backdoor key (customizable dream program, supports bitcoin payments)

Lucas's smart suit suddenly releases an electromagnetic pulse in an attempt to paralyze the auction system.Violette is prepared, her Cartier bracelet shoots out nanobots that invade the biochip along the texture of his suit: "Darling, you have enough pending payments in my dark web shopping cart to buy the entire Manhattan power grid."

Suddenly alarms blare, Dubai police helicopters surround the building, and Violette, nonchalantly applying her Clé de Peau foundation, pops up a holographic model of the city in the compartment of her mirror case-a three-dimensional map of Dubai she reconstructed using data from her Dark Web transactions. The moment the SWAT team breaks down the door, she presses a miniature button inside the foundation and the entire glass wall of the Burj Khalifa begins to play 4K footage of Ethan bribing the UAE royal family.

"Lot 911, Revenge Fund priority subscription." She raised her voice over the chaos and slapped the embryo freezing protocol on the table, "The collateral is the IVF baby in Scarlett's belly - the sperm source, by the way, is from the Nobel Sperm Bank from twenty years ago, and is numbered exactly to the end of Lucas' birth certificate."

Lucas's pupils constricted suddenly, and he finally realized why the genetic match was 99.8%. The holographic projection suddenly switched to the laboratory twenty years ago: technicians in protective suits were genetically chimerizing the embryo labeled "Amber" with "Lucas's" stem cells.

"Your heart is beating faster." Violette ran her diamond-encrusted fingernails across his carotid artery, "Want to buy the secret? The down payment is as little as your stake in AI in the Cayman Islands." She whips out her Patek Philippe watch and the dial pops up with a holographic contract - the terms are written in blockchain ink, the breach of contract is a DNA sequence shared by the two.

By the time tear gas fills the lobby, Violette has reached the tarmac via a secret tunnel. The hood of her private jet is emblazoned with a Hermes platinum bag pattern, and the cabin is piled high with evidence chains disguised in fetal cord blood shipping crates. The pilot turns his head to reveal Svetlana's ice-pick manicure: "Sweetheart, where's the arithmetic dividend you owe me?"

The moment the plane shoots into the clouds, the live Darknet feed abruptly switches.Scarlett holds up the bloody baby in a private delivery room, the umbilical cord wrapped around a federal judge's ribbon. The barcode on the newborn's ankle is the number of the unfinished financial modeling that Violette's father did during his lifetime.

"The final mark was this." Violette inserts the embryo freezing tube into the onboard computer, and fireworks of quantum encryption blossom from thirty thousand meters in the air, "Starting bid: the gravitational acceleration of a mother jumping off a building, compounded by twenty years in prison."