Chapter 9 - Chapter 9: Ghost in the Account

Author's Note

Hey everyone! 😊This chapter's filled with power moves, mafia ties, and a hacker flex like you've never seen.No spoilers—just hit like and leave a comment, because you won't want to miss this.Let's dive in!

Mr. Holande's POV

The Holande mansion buzzed with quiet routines—maids, cooks, and polished conversation.Dinner was underway, but something was off.Elena was missing.

"Where's Elena?" Ryan asked."Why do you care?" spat Raymond, disdain dripping from every word."Quiet, both of you," Mr. Holande commanded—just as his phone rang.

On the line: a desperate report.Elena was in the family hotel, not in their suite.

"Bring her home—or face the consequences," ordered Mr. Holande, voice cold as steel.

Turning to Mrs. Melody, his final wife, he pressed: "We were discussing the boys' school—stop meddling with my decisions."

Mrs. Melody nodded, but thoughts of her own revenge buzzed beneath her serene facade.

Later that night, Mr. Holande received another call—this one cracking his calm veneer.Ð17 billion had vanished—stolen by an unknown hacker named only "UNKNOWN."Panic struck him silent."This is not just my money… it's the organization's."He retreated to his suite and made a phone call—to someone important, someone powerful.

Jake's POV

Elena was still by my side—quiet, curious, watching my every move.She confessed again today. I didn't respond.Not yet.

My second job had arrived—a much larger test.This time: MeloParty, a mafia-backed faction with biotech enforcers and forensic hackers.Their vault held Ð125,000,000,000,000.I needed to extract Ð25,000,000,000,000 cleanly and keep Ð5,000,000,000,000 for myself.

The system challenged me—defensive AI countermeasures, encrypted multi-layered firewalls, proxy traps, authentication nodes.But I was ready.

I deployed my mirror bot to draw fire. Meanwhile, I slipped my code through an invisible port only possible with the AI-guided key sequence I created.

One line of code later, I cracked the vault.

I paused.Ð125 trillion—the numbers didn't sink in right away.

I initiated the transfer.

"Done."

I glanced at Elena, still nestled on the couch, watching me with sleepy, awe-filled eyes.

"Let's eat," I said quietly.

Dinner & Departure

We ate in near silence. Elena chatted, flitting between gossip and pool town news.I answered nothing—not because I didn't care—but because words felt unnecessary.

Afterwards, Laz rolled up in his car.We walked to the garage. She followed.

I stopped and looked at her.

"Why are you following me?" I asked.

She hesitated.

"You never told me your name… or gave me your number."

Somewhere, a smile surprised me.

I took her phone, typed quickly:

"I'm Jake."

I handed it back, climbed into Laz's car, and drove off into the night.

Author's Spoiler Note

Another embezzlement. Another flawless play.Jake just stole Ð25 trillion—and pocketed Ð5 trillion—like it was spare cash.

That's more than enough to buy the entire Holande hotel chain three times over.

Mr. Holande has reasons to worry now.And Jake…Jake's just getting started.

To be continued…