Fidelia 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 Instagram 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:

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By now, no one should be home. Alice was always at her spa by noon. Bridget at her gym pretending to "train."

The Crawfords' mansion had never felt like home, but today, it felt like a chessboard.

"Let's begin."

From her bag, she pulled out the tiny cameras she'd purchased on the deep web. They weren't cheap she had to drain one of her crypto wallets for them - but they were worth every cent.

She started with the common areas: the living room, the hallways, even the kitchen. She placed one behind the chandelier in the dining room, one under the glass coffee table in the lounge, and one inside the large vase by the stairs.

Then she reached the master bedroom - Alice and my adopted father's room. It was quite bigger than the rest of the other room

She slipped a camera into the bookshelf, another near the bed frame.

Something tugged at her mind and she stared at the desktop on the dresser.

Her gut told her to check it.

She powered it on, bypassed the simple password (Alice's birthday - amateur), then hit the first wall: an encrypted system inside.

"Let's see what you're hiding, Mother," Fidelia muttered, her fingers flying across the keyboard. It took her five minutes to break through.

And what she found made her blood turn to ice. She saw her room live on screen

She clicked through other folders. Video archives.

They'd been watching her. Sleeping. Dressing. Crying.

They'd been watching everything.

A hollow laugh left her throat. "So that's your game? Watching me like a lab rat?"

Two can play at this game.

She wiped every video of herself clean, replacing them with glitching static feeds. If they checked, it would look like a corrupted system.

Then she inserted her flash drive and copied everything else - all their video archives, encrypted files, and even personal emails. She didn't know what she'd find yet, but she would use it.

Then, the CCTV alert chimed. A live feed popped up, showing Bridget and Aliceat the front door, and she was punching in the pin.

"Shit."

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, overriding the system. She scrambled into the admin settings and set a temporary lock.

"Invalid code," the screen read.

Outside, Bridget cursed. "What's going on? Did you change the code?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Alice snapped, trying again.

Invalid!

"Why isn't this working?"

Fidelia smirked. "Not today."

She yanked her flash drive out, closed every program, and powered the computer down. Then she bolted out and ran to her room.

It was only after Fidelia calmed herself that she came out of her room and found her stepmother and stepsister in the living room.

"We're back," the stepmother said.

"Welcome," Fidelia replied casually.

They turned to look at her, then glanced at each other before looking back. Their expressions shifted instantly, surprise, maybe even confusion.

"You... you've changed all of a sudden," the stepsister said, her tone unsure.

"Aren't you supposed to be on your date? At least after this round?" the stepmother asked.

"I'll be leaving soon," Fidelia said, unfazed. "I bought a new outfit, so I came home to change."

"Oh, that's true," the stepmother muttered, her expression still caught between surprise and something else.

"You... look really different," the stepsister added. Her words sounded like a compliment, but the uncertainty in her voice betrayed her feelings-she wasn't sure if she was impressed or simply displeased that Fila suddenly looked stunning.

"Yeah," Fidelia said, brushing off their stares. "I changed my haircut too. I didn't like the old look."

Without giving them more time to respond, she turned and walked back into her room.

She had two things to accomplish today, and she was ready.

By the end of today, she would have prepared shocking news on her enemies. She made sure every plan was in place.

Fidelia stepped out of the house and got into her car.

She looked really hot and sexy so much so that Alice and Bridget couldn't help but suspect something was up

Fidelia got into her car, ready to drive.

Just then, she received a message from Silas: "I'm already here, waiting for you."

She quickly replied, "I'm almost there. Order me a good wine-I'm really craving it."

Fifteen minutes later, she arrived.

It was a truly fancy restaurant-one of those places popular among the rich.

Fidelia halted for a moment and smiled, staring at the glowing sign. This is good... really good, she thought.

She walked inside, her heels clicking against the polished floor.

As she scanned the room, she spotted Silas waving at her from a table in the distance. But she wasn't looking at him.

Her eyes locked onto someone else.

A strikingly handsome man-clearly wealthy-sat not far from Silas. His suit was perfectly tailored, the top buttons undone, revealing just enough of his chest. He was on his phone, looking effortlessly powerful.

Fidelia walked closer, heart racing slightly, and then spoke.

"There you are," she said, her tone smooth. "Hi, I'm Fidelia."

She stretched out her hand to shake his, taking in his presence.

Seeing him in person now... she felt something strange.

She had met him somewhere before-she was sure of it. But she couldn't quite remember where.

Andrew's eyes widened in surprise.

He had met her just last night.

They had a one-night stand.

Is she pretending... or does she really not remember? he thought to himself, keeping his expression neutral.

"You already know who I am," Andrew said calmly, "and a lot about me already."

He shook her hand firmly, then gestured for her to sit.

But she didn't.

Instead, she gave his shoulder a light tap. "I'll be back. I have to take care of a big mess," she said casually.

Without waiting for a response, Fidelia turned and walked away, her heels echoing against the marble floor.

Andrian turned his head, watching as she confidently strode toward another section of the restaurant.

Fidelia walked back and sat down at the table Silas had reserved for the two of them.

"Who was that?" she asked casually.

"Never mind," Silas replied, glancing briefly in the direction she'd gone earlier. "That was Bridget."

"Oh," Fidelia said, brushing it off as if it didn't matter.

"You're late," Silas added, his tone teasing but with a hint of reproach.

"Yeah... I had to take care of something," Fidelia replied smoothly.

Silas didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so he simply nodded and said, "Okay."

Then, with a small smile, he opened the menu. "I already have an idea of what we should have."

But before Fidelia could respond, Silas snapped his fingers.

Almost immediately, a small band of musicians appeared from the side of the restaurant, playing a soft, romantic tune on their trumpets. One of them handed Silas a bouquet of fresh roses, which he took with ease.

The sound of the music made several diners turn their heads toward them.

Fidelia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What are you up to, Silas?"

Then Silas stood up.

Seeing this, Fidelia slowly stood too, sensing something unusual.

He walked closer to her, then suddenly dropped down on one knee.

The restaurant gasped in unison, a quiet murmur spreading among the guests as they all turned to watch.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him pull a small velvet box from his pocket.

Silas opened it, revealing a sparkling ring.

His eyes locked onto hers as he said, firmly and clearly,

"Fidelia Crawford... will you marry me?"

Gasps and whispers filled the room. Someone nearby muttered, "Oh my God, he's proposing!" while another diner whispered excitedly, "She's so lucky."

Fidelia blinked in surprise, then smirked slightly. "You sure know how to draw attention," she whispered teasingly.

"Only for you," Silas replied with a confident smile, still holding the ring out toward her.

"Say yes!" A woman at another table suddenly called out, making the room chuckle softly.

Now, every eye in the restaurant was on her, waiting.

Everyone was expecting her to say "yes." But if only they knew that the e person she was about to marry was the devil himself. Someone who had killed her, at least, that was what it felt like.

Fidelia laughed suddenly, covering her mouth. "No... no, I won't," she said.

And then-silence.

The entire restaurant went still. Forks paused mid-air. The music faltered.

"No?" Silas repeated, his voice low, almost disbelieving.

She met his gaze, her eyes cold. "No. I'm not going to get married to you. The engagement is off."

The band stopped playing, an awkward silence spreading like wildfire.

People were whispering now. Why did she say no? What's happening?

Silas slowly rose to his feet, confusion and anger swirling in his expression. "Fidelia, come on... stop joking," he said, his voice unsteady. "What's going on?"

She didn't reply.

Instead, Fidelia calmly poured herself a glass of wine, lifted it to her lips, and took a slow drink as if nothing had happened. Then, without looking back at him, she turned and walked away.

Some distance away, behind one of the pillars, someone had been watching the entire scene unfold-Andrew.

So... she was even engaged? he thought, stunned. What was the whole deal with asking her to marry him? Was it because of this?

Silas followed her, his steps heavy, calling her name in a low, desperate tone.

But Fidelia ignored him.

She walked with purpose, heels clicking against the marble floor, until she arrived at another table-Andrew's.

She sat down across from him without a word, her face composed as if nothing had happened.

"Can we go somewhere more private?" she asked him, her voice soft but commanding

"And hold my hands like we are a couple."

"What...why should i. I barely know you, " Andrian said, sounding like he wasn't impressed by her tone.

"Have you forgotten about your assets so soon?" Fidelia said with a grin.

"Fine." Andrian closed his eyes and sighed, accepting his fate. By that time, Silas was already by their table.

Seeing this, Andrian stood up, and then he moved close to Fidelia.

"Babe, let's go," Andrian said with a smile and caught Fidelia off guard as he stretched his hand.

'Hmm, you pick up fast..perfect.' She wouldn't lie his action caught her by surprise.

But then another surprise happened.