Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

The past is a shadow that never truly disappears. For Cassandra Sinclair, it was a shadow she could never escape. But deep within the walls she had built around herself, fragments of trust still lingered—fragments she refused to acknowledge.

Miles away from William and Callum, Cassandra sat in her opulent office, the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her overlooking the sprawling city she controlled. Her hand gripped a glass of red wine, but she barely tasted it. The file displayed on her desk read William Right, and beside it, another name: John King.

The memories of her first life—of Eleanor Moreau—played in her mind like a film she couldn't turn off.

Eleanor Moreau had once been the ambitious right-hand of the vice president of Orthrus Inc., a multinational conglomerate specializing in groundbreaking technology and secretive military contracts. She had built her career alongside William Right, the company's fearless vice-president , and John King, its shrewd president.

The three of them had been an unstoppable team, united by shared ambition and a vision to reshape the world. Eleanor had respected John's intellect and political finesse, but it was William who had earned her unwavering trust. He wasn't just her superior—he was her confidant, her mentor, and perhaps the only person she had ever admired.

Then the betrayal came.

Eleanor's assassination had shattered her world, and all evidence pointed toward William. Yet even as she drew her last breath, a stubborn part of her refused to believe it. Deep down, she had trusted him. He wouldn't do this to me, she had thought. He couldn't.

When Eleanor was reborn as Cassandra Sinclair, she struggled to make sense of her new reality. The memories of her past life had trickled in slowly, but when they finally solidified, she was faced with an undeniable truth: William and John had also been reincarnated.

At first, the discovery had given her hope. Perhaps she could find them and piece together what had really happened. But as she delved into the past, her hope turned to anger. She found reports implicating both William and John in the conspiracy that led to her death.

But why?

Her mind was at war. The evidence painted them as guilty, yet her heart—the part of her that still clung to the trust she'd once had in them—told her there was more to the story. It was this internal conflict that drove her now. She couldn't forgive them, not when the betrayal still burned so brightly in her memories.

Back in the cabin, Callum leaned against the wooden table, his expression somber as he recounted the origins of the Syndicate.

"Cassandra didn't start as a leader," Callum began. "After her reincarnation, she was just like us—someone trying to figure out where she fit in this new world. But she had ambition. She climbed the ranks of the Syndicate, outmaneuvering everyone who stood in her way, until she was at the top."

"And now she's using that power to come after me," I said, his voice hard.

Callum nodded. "Yes, but it's not just about power. The Syndicate thrives on control, and Cassandra has built it into a machine—one that she uses to crush anyone who gets in her way. But here's the thing, William: I don't think she's doing this just to consolidate power."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Callum hesitated, glancing at the system interface floating faintly in William's peripheral vision. "You're not the only one with memories of a past life."

My eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?"

Callum took a deep breath, as though deciding whether or not to reveal a closely guarded secret. "I know you, Cassandra, and John are all reincarnated because…I am too."

I froze, the weight of Callum's words settling over me like a heavy fog. "You've remembered your past life?"

Callum nodded. "It didn't happen all at once. The memories came in fragments over time, but when they did, they were vivid—undeniable. I was an intelligence operative in my past life, working closely with Orthrus Inc. My job was to gather intel on your competitors, and I saw things—things most people weren't supposed to see. I knew about Cassandra, John, and you. I knew the kind of power you wielded and the way you trusted each other."

"Then why do you believe me now?" I asked with my tone laced with skepticism.

Callum's eyes met William's, unflinching. "Because I saw the aftermath of Eleanor Moreau's death. I was there, William. I saw the chaos it caused within Orthrus Inc., how you and John turned the company inside out to find the real culprits. If you'd been responsible, you wouldn't have gone to those lengths."

I exhaled sharply, a mixture of relief and anger bubbling within me. "If you knew all this, why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"Because memories of a past life don't come with a manual," Callum said, his voice softening. "It took me years to piece everything together. And when I finally did, I wasn't sure if you'd remember or if you'd even believe me."

I leaned back in my chair with my mind racing. "And Cassandra?"

Callum hesitated. "She's different. Her memories must have been painful—clouded by betrayal. I think she's let those memories consume her, twisting her perception of who you and John really are. But deep down, I believe she still trusts you. She just can't bring herself to admit it."

Callum hesitated. "I've been tracking her movements for years, and from what I can tell, she's obsessed with you. She's convinced you betrayed her in your past life, but I don't think she fully believes it."

"She doesn't trust me," I muttered, running a hand through his hair. "And I can't say I blame her. But I didn't betray her, Callum. I never would have."

"I believe you," Callum said. "And I think, deep down, she does too. But she can't accept it. Not after what she's been through."

The room fell silent as I got absorbed Callum's words. Then, with a deep breath, I stood. "We can't keep running. If Cassandra's going to come after me, I want to know the truth—about her death, about who betrayed her, and why."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Callum asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We'll need help," I replied. "And there's only one person I know who might have the answers."

"John King," Callum guessed.

I nodded. "If anyone knows what happened to Eleanor—what happened to Cassandra—it's him. He's part of my team at school now, and he's been working toward his own goal. We need to coordinate."

I pulled out his phone and tapped on John's number. It was a secure line we had agreed to use while blending into our teenage lives. The phone rang twice before John answered, his voice calm but cautious.

"William," John said. "What's going on?"

"It's about Cassandra," I said without preamble.

There was a pause. "Cassandra?" John repeated, his voice sharper. "What do you mean?"

"She's the leader of the Syndicate," I explained. "I found her brother. He confirmed her identity, and now I know she's targeting us—specifically me. She thinks I betrayed her back in our old lives."

"I've suspected as much," John admitted. "But why? Does she have any proof?"

"Not concrete proof," I said. "But enough for her to convince herself. I need your help, John. We need to find out what really happened before she destroys us."

John's voice softened. "I've been looking for Bella this whole time, William. If Cassandra's after you, she might target her as well. I can't let that happen."

"I understand," I said. "But if we take down Cassandra, the Syndicate falls with her. That's our best chance to protect Bella—and everyone else."

John sighed. "Fine. Send me your coordinates. I'll meet you as soon as I can."

"Thanks, John," I said. "And be careful. Cassandra isn't playing games."

"Neither are we," John replied before the call ended.

As the room fell silent again, I turned to Callum. "If John has the answers we need, we're one step closer to stopping Cassandra."

"But if he doesn't?" Callum asked.

"Then we'll figure it out ourselves," I said, determination hardening his voice. "One way or another, we're going to end this. And this time, there won't be any shadows left between us."