Rina took a final look in the mirror, adjusting her leather jacket with a satisfied smirk. Today was a busy day at RR Hack, and she was ready. She grabbed her helmet and headed out, her Kawasaki Ninja H2R gleaming under the morning sun.
Swinging a leg over her bike, she revved the engine, feeling the familiar rush of power. She loved her bikes, her cars, and her horses—speed and control were her escape.
As she rode through the city streets, a black car suddenly cut across her path, speeding recklessly. Rina braked hard, barely avoiding a collision.
"What the hell!" she muttered, catching a glimpse of the car's number plate as it sped off.
When she reached her company, she headed straight to her office, tossing her helmet on the desk. She logged into her system, typing in the car’s plate number.
“Let’s see who you are,” she murmured, eyes narrowing.
The search pulled up a name: Dev Layth. A famous game developer—and younger brother of Mykel Layth, that arrogant businessman everyone whispered about.
A sly grin crossed her face as she typed a few more commands.
“Let’s give you a little surprise, Layth brother's,” she said, chuckling. With a few keystrokes, she hacked into his system and sent a simple, but clear message: a coded middle finger on his screen.
“There,” she muttered, satisfied, as she shut down the connection.
Just as she leaned back in her chair, her phone pinged with a message from her assistant.
“Meeting in ten minutes, ma’am.”
She smirked. “Perfect timing. Let’s see if Layth's enjoys my little ‘hello’.”
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2| 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫
Mykel Pov
I sat at the head of the table, my gaze sharp and intense, watching every movement of the Russian don, Nikolai. He was laying out his terms, speaking in his calm, measured tone, when suddenly, the large screen on the wall went black. Confusion rippled through the room, and I felt the tension build as everyone waited to see what had happened.
But then, the screen lit up with something entirely unexpected-a large middle finger with "Hello" written across it in bold letters.
My blood boiled instantly. I shot up from my chair, glaring at my PA, who stood nearby, looking just as shocked.
"End the meeting," I commanded coldly, barely sparing a glance at Nikolai as he watched with raised eyebrows.
Without another word, I stormed out of the conference room and headed to my private office. My PA followed me in, already looking up the source of the hack on his tablet.
Once we were inside, I slammed the door shut and spun to face him. "Who was that?" I demanded.
My PA's fingers flew across the screen, searching. After a moment, he glanced up. "Sir, it's... a profile with a girl in goggles as the picture. No other information."
I growled, running a hand through my hair. "Who's that...? I want her here within five minutes."
Before he could respond, the door swung open.
In strode a girl dressed in a black leather jacket, knee-high boots, and a confident smirk that was almost mocking. She had a gun tucked at her waist, like she owned the place. She stopped a few steps in front of me and cocked her head with a sly smile.
"Rina Rawat," she said, crossing her arms. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Motherf-oops, I mean, Mr. Mykel."
A heavy silence filled the room as I narrowed my eyes at her. This girl... was she serious?
"Rina Rawat," I repeated, my voice low and steady. "You hacked into my meeting."
She shrugged, completely unfazed. "Someone had to get your attention. And maybe teach your younger brother some manners." Her smirk widened as she glanced around, clearly taking pleasure in the chaos she'd caused. "But, hey, I'll let you off the hook this time. Next time, maybe not."
Her casual dismissal sparked something in me. "You think you can just waltz in here, insult me, and walk out like that?"
She raised an eyebrow, her smile never faltering. "Looks like I just did."
As she turned to leave, something snapped inside me. I clenched my fists, struggling to keep my cool, but the thought of her smug expression was too much. I grabbed the nearest object-a paperweight-and threw it across the room, where it shattered against the wall.
She paused at the sound, then glanced over her shoulder with a knowing look. "Don't worry, Mr. Mykel. I'll be seeing you again." With a final smirk, she disappeared out the door.
Left alone in my office, I felt the humiliation boiling into a fury unlike anything I'd felt before. No one had ever dared challenge me, let alone humiliate me this boldly. And Rina Rawat... she was going to pay for it.
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3| Possessive much
Rina Pov
The moment I stepped into my office, my phone vibrated with a notification. An email. My main Gmail account. That alone made me frown. Not many people had access to it.
Opening it, I scanned the contents quickly. A formal invitation to an exclusive gala. Interesting.
"Alisha!" I called out, my voice echoing through the glass walls.
Within seconds, my assistant entered, tablet in hand. "Yes, ma’am?"
"Check the details for this gala. Time and dress code?" I asked, forwarding her the email.
She glanced at her screen. "It starts at 8 PM. The dress code is formal, elegant—gowns, tuxedos, the usual high-society standard."
I hummed in thought. "Maroon. A bodycon dress. Fitting and sleek."
Alisha smiled knowingly. "A statement, as always."
I smirked. "Obviously."
Without another word, I turned back to my desk, immersing myself in work. The hours blurred together, lines of code flashing across my screen as I focused. Hacking, security upgrades, and a few unauthorized peeks into certain databases—I did what I did best.
By the time I stretched and checked the time, it was already 6 PM. Time to head home.
Slipping into my maroon dress, I adjusted the fabric against my curves, letting it mold perfectly to my body. Simple yet lethal. Just how I liked it.
Stepping into my garage, I slid into my sleek blue BMW 7 Series, the soft hum of the engine a familiar comfort. Music played through the speakers as I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, humming along.
That was until a Porsche flew past me at full speed.
My eyes narrowed. Not today.
Gripping the wheel, I shifted gears and pressed down on the accelerator, the adrenaline rushing through me as I chased after it. The Porsche driver was skilled, but I was better. I played with the speed, teasing, taunting, before making my final move.
With a sharp drift, I cut in front of the Porsche, forcing it to slow down. As I glanced in my rearview mirror, my smirk widened.
Mykel Layth.
I circled his car once, letting my presence be known before speeding ahead, reaching the gala before him. As I stepped out, I dusted off my dress, standing tall just as Mykel’s Porsche pulled in.
His expression? Pure arrogance mixed with irritation.
I smirked, crossing my arms as he stepped closer. "Rina Rawat always eats on the plates of success and victory," I said smoothly, winking before strutting inside.
The hall was dazzling, filled with the wealthiest, most powerful names in the industry. I spotted Jim Rohn, a well-respected businessman, and made my way toward him.
"Rina! Always a pleasure," he greeted, pulling me into a warm hug.
"Likewise, Jim," I said, patting his back.
My eyes subtly scanned the room, analyzing everyone. Every gathering is a battlefield; you just have to know whose side to be on.
Finding a quiet spot, I sat on one of the plush couches, swirling my drink as I watched the evening unfold.
And then, he sat across from me.
Mykel Layth.
His presence was impossible to ignore, and he knew it.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice a low drawl. "Why do you enjoy making enemies, Rina?"
I raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond, instead taking a slow sip of my drink.
Before he could say anything else, another CEO approached, smiling at me. "Miss Rawat, a pleasure to meet you. I’ve been hoping to discuss—"
But before he could finish, Mykel cut in, his tone ice-cold.
"She’s busy with me. Come later."
The CEO hesitated, glanced between us, then nodded and walked away.
I chuckled, placing my glass down. "Possessive much?"
Mykel’s smirk was slow, deliberate. "I don’t like distractions."
I leaned back, tilting my head. "Or you don’t like competition."
His gaze darkened. "You enjoy pushing me, don’t you?"
I smirked. "What’s life without a little fire?"
He didn’t reply, but the heat in his eyes told me this game was far from over.
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