Kakashi 𝓗ᴀᴛᴀᴋᴇ ๋࣭ ⭑

When it came to revenge, Kakashi was not an impulsive man, but rather extraordinarily patient. He never sought immediate retaliation; for him, time was the most effective weapon. He could wait years if it meant inflicting much deeper pain.

It wasn't enough for him to destroy a life in one fell swoop. What truly satisfied him was watching everything slowly crumble: opportunities, stability, relationships, and ultimately, hope. Each loss was carefully planned to appear as a mere coincidence, when in reality it was the result of a meticulous strategy.

He was incapable of forgetting an offense. In his mind, the past was never truly gone, and every humiliation he had suffered remained as vivid as the first day. That's why he didn't believe in forgiveness or second chances. For him, every debt had to be repaid.

With her, however, revenge had a different meaning.

He didn't want to end her life or see her suffer for even a moment. He wanted her to experience the same feeling of powerlessness he had known years before: feeling trapped, dependent on someone else, and discovering, too late, that she no longer had control over her own destiny.

Every kind gesture, every word of affection, and every act of protection was part of a much larger plan. Gaining her trust wasn't an act of love, but the first step in taking everything from her when she least expected it.

For Kakashi, revenge didn't end when the other person fell.

It ended when she realized that she had never had any chance of escaping him.

Kakashi never forgot the hell he endured during middle school. The years may have erased the faces of many people, but not the pain they inflicted... and when he finally acquired enough power, money, and connections, he began hunting them down one by one.

There were only five of them: Three boys, a woman... and her.

The leader.

The first to fall were the three men. They had founded a prestigious law firm and enjoyed the recognition they once believed they deserved. A single, carefully planned move was all it took to destroy everything. Kakashi orchestrated the perfect scenario to expose them to the public as corrupt professionals. Within weeks, their reputations were shattered, and the firm went bankrupt.

Then it was the other woman's turn.

She had become a highly successful model, with a promising career and a bright future. Kakashi made sure it all vanished in an instant. An accident, as unfortunate as it was convenient, left her bedridden forever, condemning her to contemplate from her bed the life that had been stolen from her.

Only one person remained.

She.

The only one he didn't want to destroy immediately.

No.

With her it would be different... he wasn't looking for a quick fall or social death. He wanted to see her lose everything little by little, patiently tear away every hope from her, make her dependent on him, and watch as fear replaced the pride that once made her feel untouchable.

Only when she was completely broken... would I force her to beg.

Currently, Kakashi had built an empire on his own. He owned a major company that he managed from the comfort of his home, where he had access to the most advanced technology and a perfectly organized system. He disliked chaos; every detail had to be under his control, exactly where he had placed it.

His home was an imposing mansion that, despite its vastness, was rarely inhabited. Only two employees worked there, both elderly women who had served him for years with absolute loyalty and without question.

Every morning they took care of keeping the house spotless, attending to every corner with discretion and efficiency. However, as evening fell, they abandoned the property, leaving the mansion completely empty.

Or at least, that's what anyone would think.

Because, for some time now, Kakashi was no longer the only one left within those walls.

In high school, she was the most popular girl in her class. A single word from her was enough to make everyone else follow her without question. In that same classroom was Kakashi, a brilliant student whose intelligence and academic excellence stood out above all others.

And that was precisely what made him an easy target.

She and her group found in him someone they could exploit. Through threats, beatings, mockery, and constant humiliation, they forced him to do their homework, complete their assignments, and hand over the answers to their exams. No one intervened. No one asked questions. To the others, he was nothing more than a quiet boy they could trample on with impunity.

Every blow, every laugh behind their backs, and every order disguised as mockery left a mark impossible to erase.

Over time, those wounds stopped hurting and transformed into something much more dangerous: resentment.

Kakashi never forgot the faces of those who tormented him. But, among them all, there was one that remained etched in his memory with unsettling clarity.

Hers.

Because, while the others followed him for fun, she was the one who enjoyed watching him fall. She was the one who smiled while they humiliated him, the one who always found a new way to break him. And from then on, he made a silent decision: one day, they would all pay, but she... she would be the last.