𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞

Are we ready?

Kian Morelli Salvatore, the object of my deepest desires and the person who fills my every thought, is going to be my senior. I can hardly contain my excitement knowing that this year, I'll finally be attending the same school as him. My heart races with anticipation, and words fail to capture the depth of my emotions.

But you must be curious, who am I? And who is Kian?
Hi, I'm Rhea Reid Carson. My dad, Carlo Reid Carson, is a trillionaire with a capital T. He owns ten real estate companies worth about $900 trillion. My mom, Aishwarya Chawla Reid Carson, is the most popular and highest-paid actress in both Hollywood and Bollywood. As you can tell from her name, she is Indian, while my dad is American-British. Their love story is simply amazing, and I truly adore them both. My mom, besides her acting career, is now a successful businesswoman with her own cosmetic line called Rhea Cosmetics, named after me because I'm her only daughter and she loves me to death.

I'm not the only child in the family. I also have an older brother, Kai Reid Carson. He can be a bit of a pig at times and annoys the heck out of me, but I still love him. He's incredibly overprotective, just like my dad. I remember once, when I was 11, I pranked them by saying I had a crush on Chester, my male best friend. They both went to his mansion that same day and warned his parents to keep him away from me. Later, I confessed that it was just a prank.

My mom supported me through it all and was equally mad at both of them for their overreaction. Thankfully, it didn't affect my friendship with Chester; we're still good friends.
Now, let me tell you about myself. I'm Rhea Reid Carson, 16 years old. On the surface, I might seem like any other teenager, but when it comes to him, I'm anything but normal. My obsession with Kian Morrelli Salvatore is so intense that I would burn the entire world just to have him. It's me and him against the world. He belongs to me, and I'll make sure he understands that soon.

This obsession didn't start recently; it has deep roots from back when I lived in New York with my parents. I was 7, and he was 8 when he first came over to our place with my brother Kai. Kian is my brother's best friend and a phenomenal soccer player. It's as if God himself designed him to be a soccer star. At that age, I didn't understand concepts like love at first sight, and I certainly didn't have a crush on him back then.

My true obsession ignited when I was taking my final exams for the tenth grade. From the moment I saw him again, everything shifted. Something inside me snapped. The way he moved, the way he looked, it was as if he was made just for me. I began to follow him, study him, learn every detail of his life. I installed cameras, hacked his phone, and kept track of his every move. He was my project, my masterpiece, my ultimate desire.

People might call me crazy, but they don't understand. It's not just a crush; it's an all-consuming need. I'll stop at nothing to make him mine, even if it means destroying anything or anyone that stands in my way. What will happen when Kian realizes how deeply I'm intertwined in his life? When he sees the extent of my devotion? It's only a matter of time before he's just as obsessed with me as I am with him. And when that day comes, there will be no turning back.
The day I fall in love, this entire universe will learn the true meaning of love. But first, I need to make my baby fall for me. And I won't hesitate to kill any girl who dares to look at him the way I do or tries to seduce him. I would burn her alive if necessary.

To be closer to him, to watch him even from afar, I left my parents' home and moved into my own penthouse in London. I have a private swimming pool, a bar, and all the luxury I need. My brother and father are highly protective of me, but one tear and their hearts melt. After all, I'm the only girl in the family. One drop of a tear and mission accomplished.

Of course, I didn't come here just for him. The second thing I love most is academic validation, and I'm here to continue my studies at the Royal Elite Academy of Wealth and Privilege. Only those whose families wield power and are devilishly rich are allowed to attend. It's one of the most expensive and prestigious schools in the world. My brother wanted to study here too, but he fell in love with his childhood sweetheart, Amelia Van Doren. She's the same age as me. But my brother, who is madly in love with her, wanted to be with her no matter what.

Our parents don't know about their relationship. As a hacker, I hacked his phone and read all his chats with his sweetheart. Fun fact: he still doesn't know how I found out about his relationship. I lied and said I saw them together at school. I used this to manipulate him into agreeing to my "Moving out of our parents' mansion" plan. He will soon take over my dad's business, just like in 3-4 years.

The school starts in two weeks. Though he is a year older than me, we're both in the same grade. I'm absolutely thrilled. Even more so because my best friends are joining this school too. I don't have to worry when my girls are with me. They are the only ones who know how utterly obsessed I am with him.
Rachel Rivera will be living with her cousin sister, Mia Rivera. Charlotte Celestia will stay in her dad's villa. And Dahlia Brooklyn Hart, the most notorious one in our group, will be living in her family mansion.

But for some reason, I'm missing my family a little too much right now. I want to cry and call my dad and mom, but I don't want them to worry. It's the first time I've ever been alone. To keep myself occupied, I've decorated my entire penthouse with my favorite colors: pink, lavender, and some neutral tones. The theme is Hello Kitty—I'm obsessed with Hello Kitty.
But it's all done and looks very pretty. I'm starving right now. As I got up from my bed, I noticed a call from Ruby Chawla, my aunt—or in other words, my mom's sister. She's coming to London with her husband to celebrate their 28th wedding anniversary. Their anniversary is in two weeks, probably around the time my school starts. She's my favorite aunt and the best director and producer of Bollywood films, having won two Oscars for her incredible talent.

I immediately picked up her call.

"Hieee Aunt!" I greeted her.

"Hi, my pretty niece. How is my bacha doing?"
"Oh, that sounds adorable, sweetheart! Hello Kitty is always so cute," Aunt Ruby exclaimed.

"By the way, Rhea, I wanted to talk to you about something. We're planning a grand celebration for our anniversary, and we would love for you to join us. It's going to be a lavish affair with all our family and friends. What do you say? Will you be able to make it?"

"Of course, Aunt Ruby! I would love to be there and celebrate this special day with you and Uncle. It's going to be amazing!"

"Fantastic! We can't wait to have you here. It's going to be a memorable event," Aunt Ruby replied with joy. We continued discussing the details of the celebration, and I couldn't contain my excitement for the upcoming festivities.
"And even the Salvatores would be there too. Your mom told me that you know him. So it might be a great start for both of your friendships. What do you think?"
My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel the heat creeping across my cheeks when I heard his name. "Uh, yeah, Aunt Ruby. That sounds great," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the excitement bubbling inside me. "It will be nice to see everyone again and catch up."

I couldn't help but wonder if Kian would be there too. The thought of seeing him again after so long made my pulse quicken.
"That's great, sweety. Chalo bacha, I will call you later. Your uncle is coming," she said from the other end.

"Okieee, byeeee, my favorite aunt. Nightyyy night," I said in my usual baby voice and ended the call.

As I put my phone down, my mind raced with thoughts of the upcoming anniversary celebration. The possibility of seeing Kian made my heart race, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of finally being close to him again.
I can't believe I'll be there with him. It feels like the universe has decided that Saad and I will be together no matter what happens. Oh my god!

I sigh with relief because delulu is the solulu. I picked up my phone and dialed Rachel's number. I ain't calling Dahlia and Charlotte because they're probably on their flights right now. So, it's just me and Rachel here in London for now. Dahlia and Charlotte will probably arrive tomorrow evening.

Rachel laughed, her voice slightly breathless as she managed to wrestle Tiger into submission. "Yeah, I'm fine. This dog is just too much sometimes."

I chuckled, relieved. "Well, you better keep him in line. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Don't worry, I'm tougher than I look," she said, finally sounding more relaxed. "So, what's up?"

"You won't believe it," I said, unable to contain my excitement. "Guess who's going to be at my aunt's anniversary party?"

Rachel's curiosity was piqued. "Who?"

I took a deep breath, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks just thinking about it. "Kian Morelli Salvatore."

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line before Rachel practically shrieked. "No way! Are you serious?"

"Yes! I can't believe it either. I think the universe has decided that Kian and I are meant to be together, no matter what," I said, my voice filled with excitement and a touch of disbelief.

"Oh my god, Rhea! This is huge!" Rachel exclaimed. "You're going to see him before school even starts! This is your chance!"

"I know, right?" I said, my heart racing. "I just... I don't even know what to do or say when I see him. I'm so nervous but so excited at the same time."

Rachel laughed again, this time more softly. "Just be yourself, babe. You've got this. And remember, you've been obsessing over him for years. This is your moment."

I sighed with relief, feeling a wave of determination wash over me. "You're right. This is my moment. I'm going to make sure he notices me."

"That's the spirit," Rachel encouraged. "And don't forget to fill me in on all the details afterward."

"Of course, you'll be the first to know," I promised. "Thanks, Rachie. You're the best."

"Anytime, love. Now go get 'em," she said with a laugh.

We said our goodbyes, and I ended the call, feeling more determined than ever. This was it. My chance to finally make Saad Morelli Salvatore notice me. And I wasn't going to let it slip away.

Moments after, a craving hit me, so I got up and headed to the kitchen. Opening the cabinet, I found some chips and instant noodles. Normally, I'm not a noodles kind of girl because I love maintaining my thin physique, but tonight, chips alone wouldn't suffice. I decided to make a healthy pizza like Hailey Bieber's—her recipes are so good.

After a few minutes, the microwave beeped, and the delicious aroma of pizza filled the air. I couldn't believe I made it. I patted myself on the shoulder, feeling a rare sense of accomplishment. I poured a glass of cold drink—only God knows how much I'm obsessed with cold drinks. I added some chips to my plate, for balance, and carried everything to the couch.

Grabbing the remote, I switched to Netflix. Just as I was about to take a bite of my pizza, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.

"Hi baby, are we ready?" the message read.

"Who are you?" I immediately replied, annoyance and curiosity blending in my mind.

"I think you have forgotten who I am, haven't you?"

"What do you want?" I shot back, unease creeping into my thoughts.

"Don't come near Kian, baby, or I will tear that virgin cunt of yours in front of your obsession," the text read. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and fear gripped me.

I stood up, my heart pounding, and walked towards the door, compelled to ensure this stalker wasn't nearby. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I checked the camera by the door. There, staring into the camera, was a man dressed all in black, wearing a mask. As soon as he noticed the camera, he bolted.

Terror washed over me, my heart racing uncontrollably. Oh God, why did I come here?
One question kept me awake the entire night: is my stalker back? Who is he? The fear was palpable, my mind spinning with thoughts of the masked figure and his chilling threats. Every creak and rustle in my penthouse felt amplified, shadows morphing into ominous shapes in the darkness. Sleep was an impossibility, replaced by an unending cycle of anxiety and dread. I couldn't shake the image of those dark eyes staring into the camera, and the sinister text echoed in my mind like a haunting melody. Who is he, and how much does he know about me?