MasukFidelia had sealed the deal with Mia, but it wasn’t that easy.
But Fidelia didn’t expect easy after all. Fidelia needed Mia to trust her, so she promised she was going to send a gift to her before the agreed time. She was from a wealthy family, but she was only the eldest daughter in public. Meanwhile, she had no position in the company. She had limited access to money and property. While driving, Fidelia finally decided her next stop. She went shopping for outfits she would wear on her dates. She only bought three complete sets before she moved on and then she entered a computer café. She needed to fulfill her promise. The promise she had made to show her first ally what she could do. When she entered, she scanned around and saw that there were a lot of computers, and people were using them. So she took a spot that was quiet and far from the noise and people around her. “Let’s begin.” She clapped her fingers, logged into the computer, and her hands started moving really fast. She kept on inputting codes and a series of codes as she was in the process of hacking into the phone of her target. Her target was a spoiled brat who was stalking young girls online. In no time, she got into his I*******m account, which was very easy for her. “Oh, you piece of shit,” she said. Had she been a few minutes later, he would have already posted it to his anonymous account. She wiped out all the chats, videos, and pictures that were on his phone. The brat had blackmailed girls in his school to send their nudes. Then she said, “Done.” as her hands finally stopped as she pressed the button. “What the hell? What’s wrong with my phone?” Billy Barton said. He was the rich brat who had been having fun sexually abusing his classmates. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Billy held his phone tight and started hitting it on the bed hoping things would changed. What he wanted to do had failed. He could not find the chats, videos, or pictures of his new plat thingy he had saved. He wondered if his phone was being hacked. Still looking at his phone, it suddenly went blank and then some characters and letters started forming. Then the display screen changed and then a video played. It was a video of him and his friend smoking and harassing girls at the back of the school gym. He watched the video playing and his eyes widened in shock and fear, how was the video still here when he had deleted it from his phone. His mind was racing as he thought after a while, some text messages started forming: Continue your ways, and I will make sure the whole world sees it. After that, his phone went back to normal but Billy was terrified to the core. He couldn’t let that video go viral If not, his father was going to kill him. Immediately his phone went back to normal, he went to his gallery and deleted all the pictures and videos he had. His phone was hacked, right? So, now that he had deleted them, he planned to use a new phone to continue what he had been doing. He quite enjoyed what he was doing and didn’t want to stop. And then, as if whoever hacked him really knew what he planned, the video played again on his screen. And Billy was terrified now. He held his shaking hands together as beads of sweat were starting to form. Realization hit him that he seemed he had messed with someone he shouldn't have and that thought scared the hell out of him. Then suddenly a message popped up again: 'Last warning. Do not test me' Immediately after the message popped up the phone went back to normal. It was as if Fidelia could reach Billy’s mind, but she had only predicted and decided to give him a second warning. But she still wasn’t done. “I’m not done yet,” she said, staring at the screen. It wasn’t moving again. Then she closed the screen of his phone. Billy was quite worried and scared that he stood far away from his phone. After a while, he moved closer, switched it open, and unlocked it with his fingerprints. Right after using his fingerprints, the phone started acting up again. This time, it wasn’t his Instagram—it was his bank account. The fingerprints he had just used gave Fidelia access to his bank account. She had copied them, so she could use them to open his bank account. As she did that, she wiped out half of what he had for allowances and savings. Billy was seeing what was happening and he was screaming, trying to stop it as he continuously tapped on the screen. Then he smashed his phone on the ground, hoping it would stop, but it was already too late. The money had gone—and just like that, it was sitting in one of Fidelia’s burner accounts. Her hands went back on the keyboard as she continued typing, focusing on the screen. She kept on typing as if she was searching for something, and her eyes widened. She found it—three victims from Billy’s blacklist. Immediately, she twitched, then hacked into their phones. Then, in no time, she got his accounts and wired the money inside. Then, she left a note: Compensation. After she was done, she sent the same video to Mia. Mia checked her phone and said, “Wow… how did you—” She paused, then shook her head. “Never mind. We have a deal.” And then she hung up. --- Now she had another plan. She was going to hack a billionaire who had just hit big before he lost everything. The main reason Fidelia had gone to the cybercafé was simple—hack the funds of a multimillionaire. Her first target was Andrian Richardson, the so-called third son of the Richardson empire. Bridget’s beloved fiancé. She smirked. She wasn’t going to attack them head-on. Not yet. No, she told herself. This has to be slow. Painful. When I’m done with them, they won’t ever get back up. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, a blur of motion. Files opened, passwords cracked, hidden folders unearthed. Every minute gave her more—emails, transactions, records—everything Andrea Richardson thought he had buried. Then she found it. Her eyes narrowed. Crypto? There it was—news about him buying a massive amount of cryptocurrency in her past life. “Cryptocurrency,” she muttered under her breath. “So that’s where the money went.” But why would Andrea, the “third son no one takes seriously,” dump money into digital coins? Then she remembered. Bridget had once mentioned that one of his coins skyrocketed in value, making him ridiculously rich. Fidelia chuckled bitterly. Yeah… but that was before he got hacked. This same man who had made billions was wiped clean, and he was a mess after. “Yes, let me wipe you clean, my dear.” She used her most advanced hacking tool to break through, then went back to work. She created dozens of new wallets and crypto accounts, then wiped everything clean. “Oh, I see you already hit big,” she muttered. She transferred the money from his account into hundreds of crypto wallets she had created and saved every private key. “Almost done,” she whispered. She had seen this before—others getting caught—so she had to clean up quickly so no one could trace her. Her hands were starting to hurt now, but she didn’t give up. Now, all the funds of the billionaire were with her. Then she went into the crypto market. At this point, it was at its low limit. Then she was done. She started clearing her traces, saving the passwords. She reset her timer, shaving off another ten seconds. I have to work faster, she told herself. She logged out from the server, removed a flash drive, and shut down the system together with her laptop. Then she clenched her fists in victory—and everyone in the café strangely looked at her. But she didn’t care. She took her phone and made the phone call. “Hi. This is Fidelia Crawford.” “Yeah, I know. My son-to-be’s sister. Hello.” “Don’t be so sure,” Fidelia murmured, too low for him to catch. “Yeah… so what did you want? I don’t think you’ve called me before,” Andrea said on his phone. Hearing the sound of his voice, Fidelia was sure the big news hadn’t hit him yet. “To help you,” she said. “Check your account. I wiped it clean not long ago.” “What? You must be joking.” Andrea didn’t believe it. He thought it was a prank. “Go on. Check. Do you think I’m bluffing?” He went ahead to check and he couldn’t believe his eyes. The account was empty, like—fucking clean. “Who the hell are you and what do you—” “Calm down. Relax. I’ll give you everything back,” Fidelia said. Andrian wasn’t stupid. He didn’t have the upper hand here so he thought for a while, then spoke. “What do you want?” “It’s simple,” she said. “Marry me.” Then she hung up and texted him a location where they would meet. .... Author’s Note: Dear readers, please drop a review—it would mean a lot. I’ll be releasing many new chapters soon!Andrian squeezed harder."Andrian, stop!" Fidelia's voice cut through the haze. "You're going to kill him!""Good!""Andrian!" Brian grabbed his shoulder, trying to pull him off. "We need him alive!"But Andrian didn't stop. His hands tightened, and Mace's eyes began to roll back but he gave him a punch down to his stomach and pushed him to the ground.Then-"FREEZE! FBI!""Right on time. They don't disappoint me" Zayn took a puff of his cigarette and drank the last liquid in his beer bottle . The loud voice echoed through the room loudly followed by loud footsteps.Andrian's head snapped up.A dozen federal agents poured into the room from every entrance, weapons drawn, red laser sights painting the walls.At the front was a man in a dark suit with a thick face. He held up a badge and showed everyone inside."Special Agent Carter, FBI. Step away from the suspect. Now."Andrian didn't move. His hands were still around Mace's throat."Andrian! " Agent Carter said again, his voice shar
The tracker led them to the district on the east side of the city.Kira killed the headlights and switched of the engine of the car as they approached, letting the car coast to a stop two blocks away from the location."We are here they are in that building," Fidelia said quietly, pointing to a three-story warehouse with broken windows and faded paint peeling off the walls. "The signal's coming from inside."Andrian checked his gun as he steped out of the car. "Lets go?"Two more cars arrives. Those were the backup they had called earlier. Brian moves towards then and gives out the order to have the building surrounded and to have all exit at the rear and back blocked to prevent an escape. The team immediately and silent moves into position.Brian then three more follows him back to join his friends . "All right. We go in quiet. Kira, me and Andrian we go through front entrance Fidelia, you-""I'm not sitting in the car I'm following you guys in"Andrian turned to her. "Fidelia-Stay
"Bring over the medical kit and patch him up before it gets worse," Andrian said sharply, gesturing to the wounded cop. Two nurses who'd escaped injury immediately rushed over with supplies.Brian ran a hand through his hair, his face twisted with frustration. "Shit! I should've known it was a trap."Andrian went completely still, his jaw clenched, and the silence that followed was terrifying. Fidelia watched as the veins in his neck began to surface, pulsing with barely restrained fury.Mace was playing them. And Andrian hated being played.Kira glanced between them nervously, sensing the storm brewing inside him."Kira," Andrian said finally, his voice dangerously calm. "Call for backup. Get more units here. Now."She nodded quickly and pulled out her phone, stepping away to make the call.Brian opened his mouth to say something-maybe an apology, maybe a defense-but one look at Andrian's face made him think better of it. He turned away, barking orders at the remaining officers inste
Just at that a voice sounded from the walkie talkie “Brian, what's going on there, why haven't you arrested Zayn and brought him in?” The voice was from Brian's boss. “I guess our times up Andrain. Don't worry he will spill everything out now” Andrian nodded and brought down his gun. “Yeah, he will” He said and it sounded like a huge warning to Zayn, No it really was a warning and Zayn knew it He exhaled deeply in relief and fell on the ground. It was finally over. But not entirely over. Mace was still out there. The person Mace was working with and the woman who had given the orders to kill his grandmother was out there too. Brian and Andrian walked back to the car and Brian made a hand signal for them to bring Zayn in. The cops rushed and put a handcuff on him. “How did you think I did with that voice threat? You think I might have frightened him too much?” Brian asked. “Yeah you definitely did. You frightened him more than me holding a gun to his head” “Yeah I thought.
"Leo, log her back in on the server," Brian said firmly. There was a pause on the comms, then Leo's voice came through, smug and confident. "There's no need. I have access now. I can direct you guys to where they are. In fact, I'm sending their exact location now." Fidelia didn't care about it again. She could hear the arrogance dripping from his voice, the need to prove he was just as capable. She said nothing, just quietly dropped the tablet onto her lap and pulled out her phone instead. If Leo wanted to play hero, fine. But she wasn't going to sit idle. Although she was coming back for him. --- Meanwhile - Abandoned Parking Lot, 3 Miles from Warehouse The black car stayed in the shadows of a building, it light were off to avoid any attraction. Zayn looked around the area making sure it was safe then after confirming he approached first, his movements quick and vigilant, constantly checking over his shoulder. While Victor followed more slowly behind him his face grim and ex
The command center erupted into controlled chaos. Brian barked orders while people scrambled to their stations. "Tactical team, gear up now! I want three units ready to roll in five minutes!" Andrian was already moving toward the armory, Kira right behind him. Fidelia followed, her heart pounding as they entered a room lined with weapons, tactical vests, and communication equipment. "Here." Kira tossed a lightweight bulletproof vest to Fidelia. "Put this on." "I thought I was staying in the command vehicle," Fidelia said, catching it awkwardly with her bandaged hands. "You are." Andrian was strapping on his own vest, checking the magazine of his gun with practiced efficiency. "But you're still wearing protection. Non-negotiable." Fidelia didn't argue. She pulled the vest over her head, wincing as the weight settled on her shoulders. Around them, other agents were gearing up with the same quiet intensity-checking weapons, testing comms, moving with the kind of coordination that on







