Fidelia's body lay still, blood pooling beneath her cracked skull.

For a moment, no one moved.

Alice's gasp was performative. Bridget's hand flew to her mouth—but her eyes were cold. Silas stared at the blood spreading across the white tiles, his jaw tight.

Still, no one moved to help her..

Fidelia felt extreme pain. Her head hurt, her entire body hurt, and she felt life slipping away from her body.

She could hear the sound of an ambulance siren. She could feel her body being moved. Her eyes opened a bit, and she saw herself being rushed into the hospital.

“Ma’am, can you tell us your name?”

“Stay with me!” The nurse kept on shaking Fidelia as they entered the hospital.

Fidelia was fighting for her life right now. At one point, she regretted ever coming into the house again.

It was like she was glitching between life and death, hanging on both sides.

Every now and then she felt awake, and after a while, she was unconscious again.

When she finally woke up, she heard a voice—one she was quite familiar with—enter her ears.

“Doctor, please… what’s her condition?” her stepmother asked in a low, worried tone. But it was all an act, and she was faking it quite well.

The doctor placed his hands in his white coat and said in a low voice, looking at Fidelia on the bed, “I really don’t know. She is in critical condition. The chances of her surviving are very slim.”

He looked at Fidelia and continued, “Even if she survives, her recovery might take weeks… even months.”

Hearing her stepmother’s voice like that felt strange.

"Please save her at all costs," Alice said, her voice trembling just right. She even dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. Oscar-worthy. "I don't want to lose her."

“Ma’am, we are doing everything we can,” the doctor replied, “but the head injury is severe and we need her to be stable before taking any chances and doing an operation on her.”

“I don’t care what you need to do,” she snapped suddenly, the concern fading back into her usual tone. “Just make sure she doesn’t die. Do you hear me?!”

There was a brief silence before the doctor said, “Understood. We’ll try our best.”

Fidelia wanted to open her eyes. She wanted to scream. To tell her she heard everything. But her body wouldn’t listen to her.

Another voice entered.

“Is she going to wake up?” It was Silas.

Her blood boiled just hearing him.

“We can’t say for sure,” the doctor replied.

“She needs to wake up,” Silas said sharply. “The wedding—”

“Silas!” Alice cut him off harshly. “Now is not the time to talk about that!”

“But—”

“I said not now!” she yelled.

Silas kept quiet and paced around as he squeezed his hands. He hated being shut out, but he understood immediately. The cops were watching.

"Big sis," Bridget's voice was soft, sweet, sickening. "Please don't die on me. I promise I'll be good. I'll listen. Just… wake up."

Fidelia wanted to vomit. Bridget had never called her that. Not once.

Fidelia heard this and almost threw up.

‘What’s all this act about? Me… big sis, to you? You never call me that.’

“She’s stronger than she looks,” Alice said, hiding her cold smile. “She’ll live.”

After a while of silence, Alice confirmed that everyone at the door side was gone, then they spoke.

“Do you think she heard us?” Bridget asked.

“I don’t care if she did,” Silas muttered.

Fidelia wanted to wake up.

She wanted to grab Silas by the throat and stab them. All of them.

She wanted to tear Bridget apart, but she couldn’t move an inch from where she laid down.

“Keep me updated every hour,” Alice told the doctor.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Come on,” she said to the others. “Let’s go.”

“Are we just leaving her like this?” Bridget asked.

“She’s in our hands. Now move.”

Fidelia listened to their footsteps fading away, and then there was silence again.

The only sound she heard was the beeping of the heart rate monitor and the drip from the IV into her hand.

They were putting on an act because the police were listening behind the door.

What they had told the cops was that she came home angry in her wedding dress, and it was from the designer shop she was coming from.

When they heard the sound of something crashing, they came out and immediately called the ambulance, rushing her to the hospital.

“We suspected she wasn’t happy with the wedding dress and wanted to change, and she got tripped by the long material.”

That was the story they told.

But when they felt the police were out of earshot, the act ended.

They started whispering, discussing whether they should even let her live if she woke up.

"What if she wakes up?" Bridget's voice was low, urgent.

"She won't," Alice said, but her hands were shaking. "The doctor said—"

"The doctor said she might," Silas cut in. "We can't take that risk."

Silence filled the air as none of them said a thing for a while

"What are you suggesting?" Alice's voice was barely a whisper.

"You know what I'm suggesting." Silas leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "If she's gone, this all goes away.".”

Fidelia listened carefully to everything they said, and she wanted to scream. To fight. To let them know she was still here.

But no matter how hard she tried moving her body, it just wouldn’t move.

Her family and her ex-fiancé were all planning to kill her. She got that they hated her, but killing her… she didn’t quite expect it.

The worst part was that she could not do anything about it or call anyone to help her. She could only silently wait for her death, which was terrifying to her.

Alice said she wasn’t sure she could do it. Her hands were shaking.

“I don’t know if I can… this is too risky,” she muttered, avoiding Silas’s eyes. Then after, she stepped outside, leaving the room in silence.

Silas turned to Bridget, his face pale and full of tension. “You need to convince her,” he said in a low but sharp voice. “If Fidelia wakes up… we’re all ruined.”

Bridget didn’t say a word, only nodded.

---

Later that night, the door creaked open and Silas stepped inside sneakily.

He looked around the hospital room, making sure no one was there. Thinking she was deep in a coma, he walked closer to her bed.

He sat on the chair beside her and ran his hand over his face, sighing.

Silas leaned back in the chair, a faint smirk on his lips. "You just had to walk in at the wrong time," he muttered. "I was this close to finishing inside her and i wanted to go T

the third round, too."

He shook his head like it was all some annoying inconvenience.

"Bridget's been mine for two years, you know. Even before you said yes to my proposal. Hell, even before I asked."

Fidelia felt her heart ache the more she listened to him.

‘What kind of heartbreak confession is this?’

She wanted to cry and scream loudly, but she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

“She wanted this too. We planned everything together… me, Bridget, and your stepmother. The marriage… the engagement… all of it.”

He paused as if waiting for a reaction. But Fidelia didn’t flinch.

“I wanted your shares. Your property. As your husband, everything would have been mine eventually.”

His voice trembled slightly. “But you… you had to ruin it by walking in.”

Fidelia felt like the room was spinning. Every word stabbed her like a knife.

Silas paused and leaned back in the chair, muttering, “If only you had stayed in your place… none of this would’ve happened.”

He sat there in silence for a while, then stood up and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Fidelia’s tears slid silently down her face. She was well aware that they all wanted her dead.

Both Silas, Alice, and Bridget wouldn’t let her live.

Silas looked down at her and then decided what to do. Without saying a word, he walked slowly toward the machine.

Silas glanced at the door and leaned closer to check if he could hear footsteps or voices.

He exhaled slowly, steadying himself after he was assured no one was coming.

Then he reached for the oxygen mask.

He moved his hand toward the monitor and turned it off. The beeping sound that showed her heart rate was gone.

He reached for the oxygen mask on her face and pulled it off slowly.

Fidelia’s body reacted almost immediately. Her chest tightened, her breaths came out short and rough. She started to tremble, gasping for air, fighting for life with everything she had.

But Silas just stood there, watching her.

The indicator that was meant to alert the nurses—the one that would’ve signaled her distress—was off. No one would come. No one would hear her struggle.

Fidelia grabbed the bedsheets, struggling in her battle to live, as her sight grew blurry and unclear. Tears flowed down her face.

Silas just kept watching with a cold expression. He had made up his hard mind, and he was going to let nothing stop him. He couldn’t let her ruin everything for him.

Time was so slow to her, and it intensified the pain. Fidelia’s gasps grew quieter, weaker.

When he was finally sure she was dead—or at least close enough—he placed the oxygen mask back gently on her face.

He switched the monitor back on, the beeping resuming as if nothing had happened.

With a deep exhale, Fidelia woke up from the terrible nightmare which felt so real. She was terrified, and she felt her chest locked up tight.

She took her phone and checked the time, and then she froze.

November 2024.

No. That wasn’t possible. She was in 2025. She knew she was in 2025.

A chill slid down her spine as the truth hit her. Whatever had just happened… it wasn’t just a nightmare.

Fidelia sat down thinking. She didn't know how it happened. But it was six months into the past.

'I am alive. I am actually alive...it wasn't a nightmare, it really happened.' The prayer she had prayed for had been answered. That moment she felt like life was slowly leaving her.

That moment was actually really painful to herself. She felt she was really going to die. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She was so certain she wanted to take a break from this house and her stepmother and stepsister. She just wanted to forget about everything, so she wanted to step out and go somewhere she could enjoy or party.

So she got dressed and got out of the house.

She pulled her phone and called a taxi rider. "Take me to the nearest clubhouse."

The moment she stepped into the club the lights kept flashing, everyone had paint on a part of their body which glowed in the dark. Fidelia chose her wrist.

Then she started dancing to the music which was so loud that she could hardly have time to think, and that was what she wanted.

She went to the bar straight to grab a drink and that was when the bartender started giving her weird eyes, like he couldn't wait to dive on her.

"Give me a tequila, double."

She downed the first shot. Then another. And another.

The bartender was shocked by how she drank it, and then she continued taking the shots.

The alcohol was warm deep in her throat and down to her stomach. After she was sure she was okay with drink, she wanted to dance.

Fidelia left her clutch on the counter and walked to the dance floor. The music was faster now — bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, swaying, grinding, free. Fidelia closed her eyes and was enjoying the music and the way she danced.

She felt like all her worries and pain had gone away.

She was getting drunk under the influence of the alcohol, but that only just made it okay for her.

At this point she thought about absolutely nothing...so the best she could do was drown her thoughts in alcohol and get lost in the music and dance.

She was dancing so much and enjoying herself when she bumped her body against someone. "Ah," she said, and she turned around, ready to apologize.

"I am so sorry." She could not finish her words.

She almost tripped as she saw a young, strikingly handsome man in front of her. All she could do was bite her lips, while he immediately caught her, holding her waist before releasing his hand.

He was strikingly handsome and he was smiling flirtatiously, like he was a playboy. No, not like. He was a playboy and Fidelia could tell.

His suit had a loose button, revealing his bare sculptured chest, one she looked at severally. His face was flawless, perfectly matched with black hair styled backwards.

This reassured Fidelia that he really was a playboy. The way he smiled at her made her want to pull herself close to him. She could feel time had paused for her to admire him.

"You are staring." His deep voice went into her ears and brought her back to reality, and she lost her balance in the shock. But he was quick to slide his hand around her waist and catch her steady and firm in his hand.

They had made contact and no one was willing to pull away. She could feel the heat and tension from her body to his.

'He scents nice.' She thought, inhaling the scent of his cologne which was intoxicating her. She could tell it was quite expensive and unique.

"Are you okay?" His voice woke her up again. At this time she pulled away and got her balance back.

"Yeah, thanks...I lost my balance there," Fidelia said, brushing her hair backwards.

"Oh alright...you should take a break from dance or..." He paused and smiled. "Or you could come to me for support. I offer support for beautiful ladies."

'I knew it...he is a playboy, he just sweet-talked me.'

'I don't want to sit, I'll get lost in thoughts...' She said with a sharp thought about her nightmare. 'So I'll take your offer and dance with you.' Fidelia wanted to try being flirty and seductive for this night, so she moved up close to him and touched his chest, drawing a line down his chest.

"Nice...just what I was hoping for." He drank his drink in a gulp and dropped it, then he held her hand and looked her deeply in her eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

Then he took her to the dance floor and she was caught, surprised by his action.

"You haven't danced at all?" Fidelia asked, seeing how he moved.

"I have, actually. Just couldn't wait any longer to do it with you." He said. By this time his hands had already pulled her so close to him as they danced with the music playing, which was something slower and romantic.

'Perfect for the mood,' he said in his mind.

He didn't remove his hands from her waist. Instead, he was testing his luck. With every chance he got, he moved his hands lower and lower till he could feel the top of her ass.

Fidelia felt this and smiled, looking at him eyeball to eyeball, and she could feel the spark. She loved the way he held her, the way he touched, and the way he made her feel right now.

He didn't say anything. They only danced, yet his touches were speaking to her. It sent a message to her that 'I want you, you are mine, I'm craving you.'

"So you dance with strangers like...this?" She sent a question his way, trying to act playful, but at that moment he squeezed her again and it made her voice tremble.

'Ahhh,' she moaned in her mind.

"Yes, but I only do that with beautiful strangers...the ones that make..." Fidelia turned with her hands locked in his and closed the gap between them so that their bodies were literally touching each other and his hands were around her.

"...make me crave them." He was caught unexpected by the way she grinded him with her ass, making his dick fully awake and disrupting his reply.

Fidelia smiled, knowing she had taken her revenge.

But after that they both got intense with the rough play. The more they danced and rocked each other, the more they wanted themselves.

They were both turned on and ready to jump on each other, and the alcohol didn't help. It only supported them.

"What do you say we get out of here to somewhere we are free?"

"Sure." She replied almost immediately, as if she was programmed. Before she started doubting herself of what she had just said, she didn’t stop him from holding her hands and taking her out of the club.

They were literally running out and laughing at the joy of just being free. They had even grabbed the hands of two shy boys and girls and locked them to hand-push themselves close. Fidelia on the other hand kept entering the middle, trying to distract their dance.

"Now this is what I call out of your shell," she said to herself as they entered the taxi and dropped to a very nearby hotel and lodge.

The second they shut the door, he turned her around and pinned her against the door, crashing into her mouth passionately.

Her hands didn't stay idle either. She moved her soft hands all around his body with where the pleasure took her. From grabbing his cheek during the kiss and wrapping her arm around his neck, making sure he didn't break the kiss, she was so much enjoying.

'I could literally kiss you throughout and not get tired.'

She moved her hands once again to his chest, touching and feeling how hard it was. She felt the muscles he had and the abs, and she could only let her imagination run wild.

Right now they were fully dressed and they didn't plan on staying that way.

She unbuttoned his shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his bare skin on her hands, and in no time she was done. She could feel his skin directly and it was exactly as she imagined, much more better.

Fidelia felt his hands going to the back to unzip her gown down and she let him. She wanted him to fill every bit of her also. She had never allowed anyone to do this to her in a very long while, and she craved it now more than ever.

By the time they were in the room her zip was already at the end, and she helped him pull it right off. By this time the only thing remaining was his boxers.

She pushed him on the bed and climbed on him, resting her ass on him. She could feel him hard down there but not hard enough that she wanted. To her he still needed some torture. He needed to crave her more for her to let him have her.

She bent in for a kiss again and her soft breast was placed on his chest, but he wasn't satisfied yet. She still had her panties and bra on.

While his mouth still worked wonders in her mouth, with every pull and push she made sure she placed her pussy directly on his dick, making it open her up in the middle. He moved his hand and with a swift movement from his hands her bra was unloosened.

'Wow, is this from his experience?' she wondered. He tossed the bra away. Now she was really happy, feeling the raw skin-to-skin contact on his chest.

'Much better,' he thought. Now he was fully craving her. He grabbed her ass, which was quite soft, and fully pressed it on his dick. She had been driving him nuts the way she had been grinding him while they kissed.

This movement encouraged her to do more and she understood immediately. She straightened her back and duly sat on him while pressing her pussy on him, sliding back and forth.

"Mmm...ahh." She moaned slowly, trying not to show how much she was enjoying it.

Fidelia smiled, biting her tongue seductively as she watched him do this. It was quite enjoyable.

She was going to drive him crazy. Instantly, she made it her goal to make him moan hard.

He grabbed her breast the first chance she pulled away, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity for a lifetime. Not only did she feel his hands cupping her breast and squeezing in a craving manner,

He also worked his hands on the second most sensitive area in her body, the place that made her shiver each touch — her nipples.

He pressed her nipples together while squeezing her breasts, and he could swear her body shivered and she became more wet. He felt it on his dick.

He was just hoping that midway while she grinded him his dick would slip into her, but she made sure it didn’t and it was making him crazy.

She was fully wet now and they both knew it. She wanted him and he wanted her too.

'I can't hold it anymore...my turn.' He thought. And the next second he turned her over. She had been the one torturing him, now it was his turn to return the favour.

"Ohh." She giggled, knowing fully well what she had been doing to him.

He stared at her as she was now laying on the bed trying to hold a smile, but she looked really sexy and seductive in that way.

He pulled her panties off and took off his own boxers and she could see how fully erect and hard he was.

Fidelia smiled, knowing she did that to him.

He bent down, targeting her mouth again which he savoured in pleasure, but this time it wasn't a normal kiss. He made her moan in his mouth and he enjoyed every moment.

His hands were already feeling her clean and wet pussy as he kept on rubbing the area in a circular direction, making her feel intense pleasure in the most sensitive part of her body.

"Ahh...fuck...oh...don't stop...mmm." She could feel the pressure building up around her pussy area. She was experiencing something she had never had in a long time.

'The desire to be fucked.' Her body was giving a short vibration now and then as he continued, while her right hand dug through his hair, making sure he didn't pull out from the kiss, while her left hand was grabbing the sheets tightly.

"I'm...I'm..." He kept on pleasuring her that she couldn't even finish her sentence when she felt the pressure in her pussy reach the highest limit and then she exploded in joy, pleasure, and delight.

Her juice spilled all over his hand but he still wasn't stopping there.

"Ohh fuck, you are going to make me go mad," she thought out loud as her body was shaking continuously.

He didn't say anything. He smiled and pulled back from the kiss, shifting his target to her breast.

That same moment she was cumming he took the opportunity to slide a finger into her and she gasped with the excitement of it.

He was sucking her boobs and working wonders no one had ever done to her.

'I am in trouble,' she thought. Her two most sensitive parts of her body were being pleasured by this man in front of her. Just who was he that he understood how to pleasure a woman?

Fidelia hadn’t had sex in years so her body was quite full and sexually active, plus it was really sensitive too.

Her nipples felt so good in his mouth. He sucked them so well and passionately. He was good...really good.

Fidelia couldn't hold herself again. She felt a new round of pressure again accumulating in her pussy. But that wasn't all the man pleasuring her could do.

Still fingering her with a finger as she was super tight, he slid the second one in slow, relaxing and enjoyable, that she instantly became more wet.

"Ahhh." This time her moan was much more louder, which encouraged him.

She grabbed his head, making sure again he didn't stop, as he had moved to the other breast, sucking it passionately again.

The pressure build-up was much more fast now...she was so tight that her pussy walls squeezed at his hand, pulling him deep inside her as he thrust.

He enjoyed the feeling also and wondered how it would be if it was his dick inside her. He kept on fingering her and she had gotten to her limit again.

"I'm coming!" She said so fast and he increased his pace and fingered her faster than ever, and soon enough she exploded again.

Two times in a row, never before had she experienced that. Her body was continuously shaking in joy as she folded her legs together.

Her pussy was shooting out juice as it closed and opened. Fidelia was in cloud 9 already and she was moaning and gasping, trying to catch breath.

It was only just his hands and mouth. She wondered how much pleasure she would enjoy if it was his huge and hard dick.

He was fully erect but he watched her as he lay by her side and smiled at her.

"You loved it, didn't you?"

"Ye...es...yes, I did." She was still struggling to breathe while still smiling at the same time. She had not smiled this much in a long time.

He wanted to have sex with her at this moment, as he was already so hard, but he saw how weak she was.

Fidelia was so weak at this point it was as if the pressure and stress that had been on her this whole time had been released.

She wouldn't mind him having sex with her now, but she knew she wasn't going to last, and she didn't know how he read her mind but he understood her.

"That's nice...I loved it too..." He stood up. "Every bit." He was walking away to the bathroom to freshen up.

'What? He didn't have sex with me? Doesn't he want to?' She had this thought as she lay naked.

But she knew what she was after. Immediately she stood up and went to her dress to remove a flash drive that could connect to a phone.

After confirming he was still in the shower she took his phone and inserted the flash drive, and began downloading all the files from the phone to the documents.

"Andrian Richardson...Bridget's soon-to-be husband," she said to herself in a low voice.

The next morning, Fidelia woke up on her bed. She wished and prayed she would never have to face that traumatic and painful event of dying again.

She held her phone, remembering the events that happened today. It was the day she lost everything—the day Silas proposed.

Fidelia had a good memory, and she hardly forgot anything. Lost in her thoughts, a sound came from the door.

“Fidelia, breakfast is ready… are you awake?”

After saying this, she didn’t bother waiting for a reply before leaving. It sounded like a normal routine to her. Hearing her voice, the anger deep inside Fidelia started boiling.

That was her stepsister Bridget, the one that nearly killed her. No—she did kill her. It was something they had all planned and decided.

They all had a hand in her death: Bridget, Alice, and Silas. And Fidelia was coming for each one of them.

They were the only family she had, yet they made her miserable. What exactly had she done wrong right from when she was small? Fidelia really wanted to know why she was treated as an outcast.

Yes, she knew she was adopted, but was this the fate of all adopted children, or was hers just different? They always made sure she felt like shit.

Fidelia stayed lost in her thinking when her phone rang, and she saw the caller ID: Babe.

That was what she had used to save the person who had killed her. She couldn’t believe she had fallen for him.

‘Was I that miserable?’ she asked herself, remembering his confession.

The phone rang again, and this time, she picked up.

“Hey, babe, hope you didn’t forget lunch by 3:30 p.m.”

Hearing the sound of his voice, Fidelia's stomach twisted. For a split second, her traitorous heart still ached for him—for the man she thought he was.

Then she remembered: the cold look in his eyes. The oxygen mask in his hands. The flatline.

Her jaw clenched.

'You're not real. You never were.'"

She had deeply fallen in love with him.

She wanted to be with him. She really wanted to forgive him.

The past Fidelia wanted to tell herself she was still alive and that Silas was innocent—that it was the one from the future who had killed her.

Then she snapped.

“Am I stupid?” Fidelia said out loud, as the flashes of her death reflected in her head.

At that point, she saw him, looking at her coldly and expressionless.

Why did she struggle to breathe even before her death?

‘This was all an act.’

Silas had looked at her coldly and expressionless while she struggled to breathe—moments before her death.

‘This was all an act,’ she said again, in denial.

Silence replied from the other side of the phone, confused by what she had said.

“I’ll be there, don’t worry,” Fidelia said and dropped her phone.

Fidelia swore she was going to take her revenge on every single one of them.

‘I’m not going to be weak-hearted again, and I will never be. I died, and I’m not planning on dying again till every single person has paid.’

And like that, she had made up her mind. Fidelia freshened up and grabbed her bag.

Before that, she opened her laptop and scrolled for a while.

When she was finally done, she had gotten the location she wanted.

She closed the laptop, kept it in her bag, and then left her room for the dining.

“What took you so long? Your food was getting cold," Alice said.

'Yeah Cold. Like your freaking heart.'

Fidelia forced her hands to unclench under the table.

"I think she took her time to dress this morning. Is there a plan I'm not aware of?" Bridget said, smiling.

'You have no idea.'

Fidelia smiled back, sweet and innocent. "How did you know? Are you spying on me?"me?” Fidelia said jokingly.

At this point, Bridget laughed, and Alice followed.

“What are you both hiding from me? Come on, tell me.”

“You shouldn’t mind Bridget, Mom. I’m just going on a date with Tyler this afternoon.”

Fidelia smiled like she didn’t know they had all planned it out.

The fake smiles and the sudden act of kindness were all so she and Silas could start dating, get married, and then wreck her.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“Who knows, more surprises may appear today.”

‘You can’t imagine the surprise I have planned,’ she thought to herself.

“I can’t wait,” she said out loud.

She smiled in sudden joy, thinking she really had talent in acting.

She finished her meal and left the house.

All she really wanted was peace of mind, away from this pit of hell she called her family.

And she was going to destroy them, no doubt.

But her heart was still shaking.

She really wanted to control her emotions.

Immediately, she stepped out of the house, she felt her chest in pain and almost tripped.

"The second she stepped outside, her legs gave out. She caught herself against the wall, gasping. Her chest felt like it was caving in.

Breathe. Just breathe.

She'd just sat across from the people who murdered her. Smiled at them. Laughed with them.

Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against the cold stone until they stilled.

Not yet. Fall apart later. Right now, you have work to do."

She had to hold the wall to stay on her feet.

She told herself she had been so disgusted seeing the people who had planned her death.

And she was pretending she didn’t know.

Fidelia Crawford was the first daughter, second child of the Crawford family.

She had an elder brother who hardly greeted her, but she didn’t care.

She preferred a secret and private life, an identity no one knew about her.

Fidelia took out her car keys and went to the car, driving to the salon.

She needed a better look for someone who was going to seduce someone important for her revenge plan to work.

“How do you want it?”

Fidelia was looking at herself when the hairstylist asked, “The usual cuts, right?” But Fidelia didn’t want the curly look anymore.

“No, I don’t want the curls anymore.”

This got the hairstylist shocked. She had only asked as part of her usual routine, so she didn’t expect the response from Fidelia.

Stretching into something sexy, Fidelia said she had long hair, and she felt she needed a confident, sexy look.

Fidelia opened her eyes and saw a beautiful, sexy lady in the mirror.

For the first time, she smiled as she looked at herself.

The hairstylist said even she was shocked by Fidelia’s transformation from a nerd to someone hot.

But something didn’t feel right—and it was the outfit.

“I need to change my outfit. I can’t miss the epic date,” Fidelia said.

Then she paid the stylist and told her to keep the change.

Fidelia checked her watch. 10:47 AM. Right on schedule.

She'd hacked Mia Thompson's calendar some hours ago. Salon appointment, 10:45. It was almost too easy.

She adjusted her new hair in the mirror and waited

Then she stood up, she was about to leave when she heard her name.

“Fidelia.”

Acting like she hadn’t planned to meet up with the person in front of her, she smiled.

“Reporter Mia, wow, it’s been a long time.”

Fidelia started walking to hug her.

This was her classmate back in the day.

She was a reporter, but not an ordinary reporter—the one that targeted politicians, exposed their scandals, and revealed their bad deeds.

“You really look different than the last time I saw you,” Mia said.

“Really? Well, things happened. Speaking of things, let’s have a drink. We need to talk.”

Mia was shocked and confused.

They were schoolmates, but they needed to talk?

The Fidelia everyone knew was the weak lady, but what no one knew was that she was actually a hacker.

She enjoyed hacking, but she always used it to help people—those who were scammed, she recovered their losses and all.

Now, she was going to use it for something quite dangerous in her revenge plan.

Before leaving her home, she had checked a potential ally, hacked into her database, and found Mia Thompson’s schedule. So she made it look like a coincidence, meeting her there, before she had her hair done.

“Mia, how would you like a juicy story? About two months from now, be ready to publish it.”

Fidelia started with a catchy intro, and it worked. Mia was feeling invested.

“Who am I talking about here?” Mia asked seriously.

“Someone you would love to destroy. The first son of the Carson Empire,” Fidelia said.

“Silas?”

Mia was really shocked and caught off guard.

She had been targeting Silas for quite a while now, but everything she had done had always backfired or been covered up.

“Yes. Silas Carson.”

Fidelia smiled dangerously. Her first ally had been won over.