Reincarnated and Regressed Villain - Make heroines beg for forgiveness - Chapter 145

Chapter 145: Chapter 145- A small love story
Earth,

Inside one of the strongest and richest countries Country A, existed the main headquarters of Internet, called ICANN (Internet Corporation for Assigned Names and Numbers)

ICANN headquarters in capital was a bustling nerve center of internet governance.

Nestled among the tech giants of Silicon Beach, it was a place where decisions about domain names, IP addresses, and the very architecture of the internet were made.

But today, something was terribly wrong.

Inside the sleek, modern building, a team of cybersecurity specialists was gathered in a crisis meeting room.

BEEP BEEP

Screens flickered with urgent alerts, and tension hung heavy in the air.

The reason?

A data leak—a breach of unprecedented scale.

Lana Patel, the head of cybersecurity operations, stood at the head of the table, her brow furrowed with concern. “Alright, everyone, let’s get a handle on this. What do we know?”

One of the analysts spoke up, her voice tight with anxiety. “It’s bad, Lana. We’ve detected unauthorized access to our internal systems. Someone managed to breach our primary servers.”

Lana clenched her fists. “How much data did they get access to?”

“It’s not clear yet, but it looks like a lot. They’ve penetrated deep into our archives—contract information, internal communications, even some sensitive policy drafts.” The analyst hesitated while informing.

“How this occured?”

“Is it really happening.”

The room erupted into a unison worried voices.

ICANN prided itself on its strict data security measures. A breach of this magnitude was unthinkable.

“We need to contain this,” Lana declared, her voice cutting through the chaos. “First priority: find out who’s behind this and how they got in.”

“It seems they exploited a vulnerability in one of our legacy systems,” a man sitting at the table with fingers flying over the keyboard informed, before turning towards a woman and adding, “Do you want me to trace them back?”

“Of course, I do. With your tone, we are in the middle of work,” Lana wanted to say more but noticed the gaze of other individuals and only stated, “Do it now.”

“Yes, Boss,” the man nodded before immersing himself again in the monitor, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He instructed other team members, “After mapping out the logs and tracing back the flow of data, it seems they were targeting specific data. Deploy additional monitoring tools and set up decoy systems to lure the intruders back in. We need to be proactive.”

“Y-yes,” hearing his words, others also focused intensely, flying their fingers all over the keyboard.

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“Today was hectic,” Rio, walking with Lana, stretched his hands, finally dealing with work and throwing the bait to catch those fishes who encroached on his field.

“Yes, it was. And didn’t I tell you to be formal in the office?” Lana folded her arms, halting and turning towards him.

“Sigh, fine, Boss, I understand.” Rio passed an iced coffee to her as they both continued walking towards the main gate.

“Huh, she is here again.” Lana turned towards the main gate, where a woman stood, the breeze fluttering her black hair as her eyes looked towards them.

“I… will meet you later. Bye Lana.” Rio left Lana and moved towards the woman standing at the gate, surrounded by several bodyguards.

‘But we were going for dinner.’ Lana kept looking at the disappearing figure of the man, glancing at the iced coffee, lost in thought with a blank gaze.

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“Miss, if you want, I could bring sir here. You shouldn’t stand out here,” a man wearing a black suit and pants, fully armored with a bulletproof jacket and guns, holding a ballistic briefcase, suggested.

Several more bulky individuals stood nearby, wearing glasses and holding walkie-talkies, completely on guard around the limousine accompanied by four Mercedes-Benz and onyx-black Range Rovers, glimmering in the moonlight.

The woman standing in front, with folded hands and eyes fixed on the young man running towards her, seemed oblivious to her bodyguards.

“Oh, sorry, Hesme. I was slightly late today,” Rio arrived, gasping for breath, as he looked at the woman.

She shook her head in reply, “No problem, I didn’t wait long.”

‘Miss, we have been standing here for four hours,’ a bodyguard kept his eyes averted but couldn’t help but think.

“Where do you want to go?” Rio inquired, folding his hands, looking at the woman, who had deep, serene, lake-like eyes and a soft expression as she replied, “Wherever you want.”

Rio moved forward, taking her hand and pulling her towards the limousine before they entered together, while commanding in unison, “Don’t disturb us.”

“Yes, Miss,” the bodyguards nodded before moving towards the Range Rover and Mercedes-Benz as the limousine started.

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“Mphh….Slurp…mwah…haah…..haa” Hesme retreated with gasping breath, her fingers tangled in his hair, clothes and hair completely disheveled, with cleavage marked by red hickeys visible.

Her eyes teary from suffocation, she looked at the young man, his face bearing a slight burn mark around the neck, causing her to bite her lip before pouncing on him again.

“Um…Ang….shh..remove it!” Her hands struggled to remove his shirt, causing her to clench in the middle while stretching to break free, careful not to harm her delicate fingers. He loosened his tie and then his shirt.

Swish

“Hm..Hey…aren’t you wild today?” Rio growled huskily, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his path.

“Haa…umm…I saw that dream again,” she pressed his head against her body, arching towards him, her back bowing in pleasure as he trailed kisses along her neck and collarbone.

Each touch sent shivers down her spine, causing her to whimper with delight.

“…I told you, it wasn’t your fault,” Rio pulled back, looking at her with blank eyes, her teary eyes, wet lips, and completely disheveled state only fueling his internal desires.

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“How?….You could have died that day.” A lone tear trickled down, her teary eyes reflecting the melting expression of the young man, slowly moving towards her before giving her a peck on the cheek.

His other hand moved behind her slender neck, holding it, his eyes meeting hers completely unguarded quivering lips, dewy with tremble, provoking him.

“How about I eat away these tears and their owner today?” Rio teased, his eyes fixed on her lips, her breathing causing relaxation and the expansion of her cleavage, wet with sweat, her eyes vulnerable against the man’s tone.

With lips parting to make way for warm breath, she whispered, “But don’t be hasty; they might break.”

“I will be delicate with them….Mpphh!” With those words, he pulled her into another deep kiss.

“Ahn….mmm…hng,” she moaned softly as he claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues dancing in a frenzy of desire.

The entire limousine was filled with intense passion, the space vibrating with their chemistry, making even the wine bottles tremble, with dew visible on them, all from the intensity of their kisses.

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“Um, what do you want to say?” she asked, lying with her cleavage completely exposed, revealing her milky white peaks, with some teeth marks, her eyes softened as she lay on his firm chest, wrapped in the hands that gave her the most security in the world.

“I want to marry you, Hesme,” the man proposed, having already postponed their marriage for ten years.

Now he was nearing his thirties, though it wasn’t apparent due to plastic surgery.

The woman’s hand clenched his shirt, her lips parted but halted, her exhausted eyes lifting to meet his gaze. With her gaze averted, she softly stated, “I don’t want to marry you.”