Victor was sitting on his bed, freshly woken up, sipping his morning coffee while casually browsing through profiles on his laptop. His mind was focused on his usual scheming, searching for potential targets with strong backgrounds—particularly influential women he could seduce and manipulate for his own revenge. Life was moving according to his plans.
Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, interrupting his quiet morning.
Victor paused, lowering his coffee cup, and glanced toward the door with a hint of irritation. It was rare for anyone to disturb him this early. His brows furrowed slightly, but he stayed calm.
“Come in,” he called out, voice steady, though curiosity tugged at him.
The door swung open, and Drake, one of his most trusted subordinates, entered in a rush. He was in his usual work suit, but his face was pale, covered in sweat, and his hurried steps betrayed panic.
Victor’s frown deepened. Drake wasn’t usually this frantic. Something was definitely wrong.
“What is it?” Victor asked, his voice now laced with suspicion.
Drake stood before him, clearly distressed. His breath was uneven, and he struggled to speak clearly.
“Boss, something big happened… It’s bad news. Really bad,” Drake said, almost stammering as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Victor set his coffee cup aside, his full attention on Drake now. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing.
“I’ve told you a hundred times, Drake, don’t act like this. Handle these things professionally. We’re not some street gang anymore; we’re businessmen, a full-fledged organization!” Victor’s voice was firm, though his gut told him something serious was about to hit.
Victor sighed, regaining his composure. “Now, leave the theatrics behind and tell me what’s going on.”
Drake swallowed hard, still visibly shaken. “Boss, someone is hitting us hard. No, not someone… a lot of them. There’s a string of bad news, all at once. It’s too much to handle—”
Victor interrupted, his tone skeptical but still calm. “Get to the point, Drake. What exactly happened?”
Drake’s words came faster, his desperation clear. “Boss, our three main company websites were hacked overnight! All of our digital operations are down, and we can’t connect to any of the medium-sized company servers. One of the main sites has been completely altered, and we can’t fix it… it’s a total mess.”
Victor froze for a second, processing this. His grip tightened around the armrest of his chair. “What? How the hell did this happen? Who’s behind it?!” Victor demanded, his voice lower but more dangerous now.
“That’s not all, sir,” Drake continued, his voice trembling with fear. “Our shipping containers in the ocean—they’ve gone missing. We’ve lost all communication with them. And then… our business shares are plummeting. We’re losing millions by the hour!”
Victor’s eyes widened. His stomach dropped, and he felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his chest as the gravity of the situation hit him. Years of blood, sweat, and careful planning were unraveling before his eyes. But before he could speak, Drake continued.
“And it doesn’t stop there, boss… there was a fight last night our organization clashed with unknown snipers. We lost a lot of good men.”
Victor slammed his laptop shut with a loud thud, the sudden noise making Drake flinch. Victor stood up abruptly, his tall frame looming over Drake. His hands balled into fists, shaking with rage. His breath was uneven as his mind raced, trying to process how everything had spiraled out of control so quickly.
“Who the hell did this?!” Victor roared, grabbing Drake by the collar. “Who has the nerve to come after me like this? I don’t remember leaving any enemies alive. The old ones should’ve been dealt with long ago!”
Drake struggled to speak as Victor’s grip tightened. “B-Boss… it’s not just one enemy. This feels like a coordinated attack. Multiple fronts… but one thing’s for sure…”
Victor’s heart pounded in his chest. The room seemed to spin as his anger and confusion blurred together. “Spit it out!” he growled, his patience wearing thin.
Drake swallowed hard, barely able to get the words out. “The Kane family… they’ve cut all ties with us. Publicly. Olivia Kane made a formal announcement. She’s declared that anyone who continues to do business with us will be boycotted by the Kane family. Our partners… they’re all jumping ship without looking back.”
Victor’s face turned pale. His vision blurred with rage. The Kane family, the most powerful families in the city, had just crushed his small empire that just started with a single move. Olivia Kane had burned every bridge, making sure no one would touch him. His business empire, carefully built over years, was crumbling.
“That bitch!” Victor hissed through gritted teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise. “She’s doing this over a single argument? How dare she?!”
His hands shook as he released Drake, pushing him back slightly. He paced the room, his mind spiraling into chaos. “There’s no way this is just because of one fight,” he muttered to himself, feeling his composure slip. “But what about the others? Are they all following suit?”
Drake straightened his collar, still shaken by the encounter. “Sir, it’s not just Olivia Kane. Our business partners are pulling out. The threat of being boycotted by the Kanes… it’s scaring everyone away. No one wants to be caught in the crossfire. It’s chaos.”
Victor’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. His empire was under siege, and Olivia Kane had struck the first blow.
“She’ll regret this. I’ll tear her world apart,” Victor snarled, his voice trembling with fury. But deep down, a sliver of fear crept in. He had never faced an enemy this powerful, this determined to destroy him.
With his heart pounding and his rage bubbling, Victor realized he was in the fight of his life.
Victor paced back and forth, his frustration boiling over as he slammed his hand against the wall with a loud thud. “No, no… it’s not time for a direct conflict with any strong family, not yet. Otherwise, our enemies will catch wind, and it’ll ruin everything. But I promise you, Olivia Kane, you will regret this decision,” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with venom.
His hand lingered on the wall, fingers trembling with rage. He had spent years, brick by brick, building his empire, and now, it was as if someone had decided to tear it all down overnight.
Turning abruptly to Drake, his eyes flashed with frustration. “What about the others? Do we know who’s behind these attacks?” His voice, though low, carried an edge sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room.
Drake shifted uncomfortably, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he adjusted his collar nervously. “Sir, we haven’t been able to trace much. It’s not some small group, that’s for sure. Whoever did this, they have a background that’s frighteningly deep. Our men couldn’t find any traces… nothing.”
Victor’s jaw clenched. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as the weight of the situation bore down on him. “Nothing? You’re telling me we have no leads?” His voice grew colder with each word, his hands balling into fists, nails digging into his palms.
Drake gulped, shaking his head as he continued. “We managed to find that the hacking of our sites was done by one person. The name… Mistress Black. She came out of nowhere, hacked everything, and didn’t even take a profit. It was as if her sole purpose was to mess with us. No one’s heard of her before, and she didn’t even cover her tracks.
she left her name on everything.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed. “Mistress Black,” he hissed under his breath. The name sounded foreign, yet there was something calculated about it. “Just to mess with us? No profit?” he growled, his knuckles whitening as his grip tightened against the wall. “And the shipping containers?
The ships? What happened to them?”
Drake shook his head again, this time with even more confusion. “Sir, it’s as if they vanished. There’s no sign of them. The ships were just… gone. No radar, no signals. Completely wiped out.”
Victor let out a low, dangerous laugh, though his eyes darkened further. “Gone? Wiped out? Ships don’t just disappear, Drake. You better figure out who’s behind this because if I lose more, you’ll be joining them.”
Drake swallowed hard, nodding in understanding. “Yes, sir… but there’s more. The last part… is… troubling.”
Victor, already on edge, shot Drake a look that would have killed a weaker man. “Spit it out,” he said, his voice a low growl, teeth clenched.
Drake inhaled deeply. “Last night, we lost twelve of our Shadow Hands members. They were killed. We don’t even know how or why. We sent search teams to track down the enemy, but… we found nothing.
It’s as if these people vanished too. There’s no trace of their presence, no leads to follow.”
Victor’s heart skipped a beat. The loss of his members wasn’t just about numbers it was an attack on his pride. These were the people he had trained, the ruthless soldiers who had executed countless missions under his command. Now, twelve of them were dead without a single clue left behind.
Victor’s face twisted into a snarl, his chest heaving with suppressed rage. “Useless! All of you!” he roared, knocking over the coffee cup beside him with a sweep of his hand. It shattered on the floor, splintering into pieces, much like the composure Victor had tried to maintain. His breathing was ragged, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.
“How is this possible, Drake? Do you realize what this means?” Victor’s voice was eerily calm now, but it was the kind of calm that signaled a storm was coming. His hand shot out, grabbing Drake by the collar, pulling him close until their faces were inches apart. “Who dares to mess with me? I don’t recall leaving any enemies alive. Who’s left to do this?
Tell me!”
His grip on Drake’s collar tightened as he whispered dangerously close to his ear, “Find out who’s behind the rest of this. Mistress Black, the ships, the deaths… I don’t care what it takes. I want answers. I want names. And when you find them, bring them to me. Because I promise you, Drake… whoever they are, I’ll make them beg for death before I’m through with them.”
Victor shoved Drake back, his hand trembling with rage. His mind spun, trying to piece together how so many attacks had happened at once. Who had orchestrated this? Olivia Kane was clearly involved, but the other incidents were too precise, too coordinated to be her alone.
Victor’s chest heaved as he punched the wall again, this time harder. “I’ll rip them apart. Every single one of them,” he growled, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes wild with fury. “I’ll make them regret ever crossing me.”
Drake nodded quickly, backing toward the door, desperate to escape the boiling rage in the room. “Yes, boss. I’ll get on it right away,” he said, his voice shaky but determined.
Victor didn’t even respond. His thoughts were consumed with the fire of revenge, and the more he thought about it, the deeper his anger festered. No one could attack him like this and get away with it. No one.
And soon enough, they would all learn that the hard way.
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