Hacking The Hacker Lucius Novels & Stories

Lucian popped his head out the driver’s window and the man’s mouth burst in a toothy smile on sighting their most regular visitor. Lucian, knowing the routine procedure, got out of the volvo, grabbing a knife he left in the car cabinet. He split skin with it, drawing blood from his palm, placed it against the gate and waited for two seconds. A click and the sound of a lock breaking open had him drawing his hand back to his sides and rushing to the car as a path appeared before him just beyond the huge gate.

the man asked again. “Lucien Hart.” Lucien answered. I tugged at his sleeves, silently asking him what he was up to. “Relax, everything is under my control. He is the person behind the mysterious organization who was controlling Marcus into kidnapping innocent wolves.” His voice came through my head and I was shocked at his words. “Lucien Hart?” the man asked. He fell silent as if he was trying to remember something. “Ooh, so it is you. Then I guess you should know what I am talking about, right? Has your little plaything become a pile of dry bones already?” the man asked in a taunting voice.

The DNA specialist declared that my report was fake. I almost forgot the kind of power the Moretti family held in Vegas. If the only son of the Don wanted an examiner to say the earth was square, nobody in this city would dare call it round. Lily sat beside Lucien, crying softly as she looked at him. “Young Master, please spare my sister. She only stole the money because she was jealous of me.” Lucien wrapped an arm around her cooperatively. “If she cuts off one of her own hands, I’ll lend her three million tonight.”

"You're bold, Cassius. I'll give you that. But boldness can be a deadly trait." Cassius pov I walked out of Zoe's house, my mind racing with strategy. With a swift teleportation, I arrived at my clan's stronghold. "No, I won't return to Heaven without ending Lucifer's life," I vowed to myself. "Banishing him isn't enough. He must suffer." I recalled my previous visit to Lucifer, pretending to have repented. He had fallen for my charm, and now I would use that same tactic against him. "I'll play the same game, but this time he'll face twice the pain he felt from Aurora's death," I whispered, a cold smile spreading across my face.

So, you decided to impersonate him? Liam forced a bitter smile and nodded. "Yes. I thought, if Adam could give up so easily, why couldn't I try? I told my mom I wanted to see what an acceptance letter from a prestigious school looked like, and she secretly took a photo of one for me. Using that, I forged admission letters and documents. "Later, I followed Adam to Marindor and only dared assume his identity at the academy after seeing him leave as soon as he landed." He paused, took a slow breath, and a hint of despair flickered in his eyes. "I figured out the villa's passcode because your family always uses simple birthday combinations. After that, I moved in.

If I don’t say and do what he wants I won’t see my parents again. I hate him. Never in my life have I ever hated anyone before, but I hate him. I hate Doctor Lyles. “The notebook isn’t a real reflection of my mindset. It’s just roleplay. Nothing more than fiction,” I snap at him. I won’t be threatened. I turn to my parents. “This is all Kirk! He’s angry at me and is enacting his revenge. The notebook was in my apartment. He broke in to get it!”

Alexander was angry about missing sports, but he perked up when I promised him a family yacht trip once this was over. Bella and I spent the afternoon in the secure office going through more files. She was brilliant with tech—something she’d taught herself during rough years. “I hacked a few low-level guys in Damian’s network,” she admitted with a smirk. “They’re scared of him. Really scared.” We were reviewing encrypted messages when Lucian stormed in, phone in hand. His face was pale with barely contained rage. “It’s here.” He connected his phone to the large monitor. The video began playing automatically.

My father nodded and lifted his gaze to meet mine. “I was pretty good with my computer skills, and I never trusted Lucias. I hacked into his emails and saw some emails from a fake account. They spoke cryptically, but I spent time translating. I forwarded the emails to myself and just as I was closing out of the program, I felt a blow on the back of my head.” My mouth dropped open as I looked at Esmeralda who nodded along with his story. “Then what?” I asked in barely a whisper.