Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

Although this is just an assumption, but I have a feelings that Selena might know something about the mastermind's identity. To make sure my theory is right, I texted Selena to meet me out for coffee tomorrow after school. I need to know whose side she is on!

The next day, after school ended, I sat down in the cafe and wait for Selena to come. To my surprise, Selena was already sitting at the booth waiting for me! Again when our eyes cross, my head started to hurts again, but its even worse this time!

The fragments of memories hit me like a freight train. One moment I was staring into Selena's eyes, and the next, I was somewhere else entirely—a vast desert stretching into eternity, the sun blazing overhead, and a woman in white reaching out to me. Her voice, soft yet commanding, echoed through my mind.

"Horus."

I blinked, the scene dissipating like mist in the morning light. Reality snapped back, and I found myself standing in my room, Selena's wide eyes locked onto mine.

"Hathor," I murmured, the name slipping from my lips as if it had been waiting there all along.

Her face paled. "What did you just say?"

The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "You were Hathor. And I was... I was Horus."

elena stepped back, her hand covering her mouth. "You remember," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"How?" I demanded, my voice tinged with both awe and fear. "How could I remember something like that? How could any of this be real?"

She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It's not supposed to be. Not yet. But the memories—they were always there, buried deep inside you, waiting for the right moment to surface."

I staggered, grabbing the edge of the desk for support as flashes of a life long gone overwhelmed me—a life of power, love, and betrayal. I saw myself on a throne, a falcon soaring above me. And then I saw her, Hathor, radiant and fierce, standing by my side.

"You and I," I began, the words feeling foreign and familiar at the same time. "We were... something more."

Selena's lips trembled. "We were everything, William. But that was lifetimes ago."

"Why now?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. "Why am I remembering all of this now?"

Selena glanced at me, a flicker of guilt crossing her face. "Because someone wanted you to."

My heart raced. "The mastermind," I said, piecing it together. "She's behind this, isn't she? She's the reason I'm remembering."

Selena nodded reluctantly. "Yes. She's been pulling the strings, pushing you closer to the truth. But it's not because she cares about you. She has her own agenda."

"Who is she?" I demanded. "Tell me her name."

Selena hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't. Not yet."

"Why not?"

"Because if I tell you, she'll know. And if she knows, she'll come after both of us."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Despite everything—despite the lies and the secrets—I couldn't deny the connection I felt with her. It was as if my soul recognized hers, even when my mind screamed at me to stay away.

"Do you care about me?" I asked softly, taking a step closer.

Selena looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I've always cared about you, William. Even before I knew who you really were. But this... this is bigger than both of us."

I reached out, my fingers brushing against hers. "Then let's face it together. Whoever she is, whatever she's planning, we'll stop her. But I need to know I can trust you."

Selena's lips parted, as if she were about to speak, but she hesitated. For a moment, I thought she might pull away. Instead, she tightened her grip on my hand.

"You can trust me," she said. "But there's something you need to know."

Her voice dropped, trembling with a mix of fear and determination. "The mastermind... she's someone from your past life too. Someone who knows you better than anyone else."

A chill ran down my spine as another memory surfaced—an argument in a grand hall, accusations flying, and a woman standing in the shadows. Her laughter was cold, almost mocking, as if she reveled in the chaos.

"Who is she?" I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper.

Selena hesitated, then finally said, "Her name is Cassandra. And she's been waiting for centuries to finish what she started."

The name sent a shiver through me. It was familiar, yet distant, like a ghost from a forgotten dream.

"What does she want?"

Selena's gaze met mine, her eyes heavy with emotion. "She wants you, William. She's always wanted you."

As Selena's words sank in, a new sense of unease settled over me. Cassandra wasn't just a shadow from my past; she was a threat to everything I held dear.

"She's the reason for all of this," Selena continued. "The business, the memories, Samuel's downfall—it's all part of her game. And she's just getting started."

My jaw clenched. "Then we'll end it. We'll find her and put a stop to this."

Selena smiled faintly, but there was a sadness in her eyes. "It's not that simple. Cassandra doesn't play fair. And the closer we get to her, the more dangerous this will become."

I nodded, determination hardening in my chest. "Then we'll play her game. But this time, we'll win."

As the conversation ended, I couldn't shake the feeling that Cassandra was already one step ahead. And as much as I wanted to believe in Selena, a part of me couldn't ignore the lingering question: could I truly trust her?

As the weight of Selena's revelations settled between us, the air felt charged, almost electrified. My thoughts swirled with fragments of the past and the looming shadow of Cassandra. But even as Selena swore her allegiance to me, a question burned at the back of my mind: how far ahead had Cassandra already planned?

Miles away, in a room bathed in dim amber light, Cassandra leaned back in a leather chair, a sly smile playing on her lips. A chessboard sat on the table before her, pieces meticulously arranged to mirror the current state of her game.

"Selena thinks she's clever," Cassandra murmured, her fingers trailing over the queen's crown. "But loyalty is such a fragile thing."

She reached for a tablet on the table, swiping through a series of images. Each one was a still from hidden cameras: My meeting with Selena, our heated exchange, the moment my hand brushed hers.

"I knew you'd find her, William," Cassandra said softly, her tone a mix of admiration and disdain. "But did you really think I wouldn't prepare for this?"

She tapped a button on the tablet, and a recording played. Selena's voice came through, hesitant and laden with emotion:

"You can trust me... But there's something you need to know."

Cassandra paused the recording and smirked. "Ah, Selena. Always so eager to play both sides."

A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. "Enter," she commanded, her voice sharp.

A tall figure stepped into the room, his face obscured by the shadows. "It's done," he said simply.

"Good," Cassandra replied, her tone laced with satisfaction. "If Selena decides to betray me, we'll be ready. And if she stays loyal..." She shrugged, a glint of malice in her eyes. "Well, even better."

She turned her attention back to the chessboard, lifting the black queen and placing it directly in front of the white king.

Back in the cafe, Selena paced nervously, her movements restless. "You don't understand, William," she said, her voice strained. "Cassandra doesn't just plan for the obvious. She plans for every possibility."

I crossed my arms, forcing myself to stay calm despite the storm brewing inside me. "Then why take the risk of coming to me? Why not just stay loyal to her?"

She stopped, turning to face me with a mixture of frustration and sadness. "Because I believe in you," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "And because she doesn't care about anyone—not me, not you, not anyone else. To her, we're all just pieces on a board."

The raw emotion in her voice caught me off guard. It reminded me of those fragmented memories of Hathor—her fierce loyalty, her unwavering belief in me.

"Selena," I began, my voice softening, "if you're going to stand with me, I need to know everything. What is Cassandra planning?"

She hesitated, biting her lip. "She's been grooming you, William. Every step of the way. The business, Samuel's downfall, even this... us. It's all part of her game."

"Why?" I asked. "What does she gain from this?"

Selena looked away, her shoulders slumping. "She's testing you. She wants to see if you're still the same person you were back then—if you can be manipulated, controlled. And if you can't... she'll destroy you."

As Selena's words sank in, my mind raced. Cassandra wasn't just playing a game—she was orchestrating a grand design, with me at its center. And Selena was right: if we didn't tread carefully, we'd be crushed under the weight of her schemes.

But even as I resolved to fight back, a part of me couldn't ignore the possibility that Selena might still be playing me.

"Selena," I said cautiously, "if Cassandra predicted our meeting, then she's already planning her next move. What are the chances she's set a trap for us?"

Selena hesitated, her eyes filled with guilt. "High. She's already prepared contingencies in case I... betrayed her."

"What kind of contingencies?"

She swallowed hard. "Evidence. Blackmail. And people—people loyal to her who will do anything to carry out her will. If she senses even a hint of betrayal, she'll use them to turn everything against us."

A chill ran down my spine. Cassandra wasn't just a puppet master; she was a tyrant with an army of shadows at her disposal.

In her dimly lit room, Cassandra watched the live feed of William and Selena's conversation, her smile never wavering.

"You're playing your part beautifully, Selena," she mused. "But let's see how far you're willing to go for him."

She turned to the tall figure standing silently nearby. "Deploy the first contingency. I want him to see what happens when you try to outmaneuver me."

The figure nodded and slipped out of the room, leaving Cassandra alone with her chessboard.

She picked up the white king and held it between her fingers, studying it intently. "You think you're ready, William. But you're still playing by my rules."

With a flick of her wrist, she knocked the white king over, its fall echoing through the room.

"And you don't even know it yet."