Semua Bab REBORN: My Second Life. I Became The Villianess: Bab 1 - Bab 10

My mother stepped in, looking younger, firmer, and just as cold as I remembered. She’d always treated me like a chore she had to manage. She looked at me, waiting for the usual reaction, the eager smile, the desperate need for her approval.I didn't give it to her. I just looked at her, not with the fire of hate, but with the flat, dead-eyed awareness of someone who already knew every card in her hand.She frowned, clearly bothered by the silence. "Why are you looking at me like that?""Nothing," I said. My voice was a child's, soft and high, but the thought behind it was ancient."Get ready," she snapped, looking annoyed. "Your Grandparents are coming today."There it was. The day my life officially went to shit, the day they’d drive me out to my grandparents’ estate and leave me to rot in silence. Back then, I thought they had no choice. I thought they were sad to see me go. I looked at my mother, watching the way she wouldn't meet my eyes. I caught the tiny, nervous flick of her ga

The house was cold, and the silence was heavy, but it didn't bother me anymore. I didn't need their presence or their hugs or permission. I was busy turning myself into a weapon. I wasn't just the little sister anymore; I was the architect of my own destiny.Every night, I’d sit by the window and watch the stars, mapping out the next phase. I had six years left until I was eighteen. Six years to finalize the code, solidify the network, and prepare the trap.Nysa was out there somewhere, probably being prepped to marry someone rich, someone powerful, someone who could protect her. She thought she was the star of the show. She thought the world was hers for the taking.I was twenty one years old when I died and six years old when i was reborn. I was twelve now, and I was just getting warmed up. The Vexari name was going to be my stepping stone, and when I was done, they wouldn't even remember why they had ever underestimated me in the first place. I wasn't coming back for their love. I w

Nysa looked like she was about to have a stroke. She stepped forward, her hands were shaking and her eyes were wild. "You…you were supposed to be there!" she shrieked."I... I'm sorry," I whispered, I filled my voice with that thick fake, practiced vulnerability. "I…I didn't mean to dodge, I just got so scared when you threw it. I'm sorry I made you miss."The confusion on their faces was better than any revenge I could have planned. They were trying to reconcile the memory of the forgotten daughter, with the girl sitting in front of them, a girl who had managed to stay completely unharmed without drawing any attention to the fact that she’d done it on purpose.My father cleared his throat, his posture shifting from aggressive to guarded. He didn't know what to do with me. He didn't know how to categorize the woman who had just walked through his front door.Nysa looked at me, her eyes darting between my timid expression and the shattered glass on the floor. She looked terrified, tho

I hung the lavender dress in the center of the closet, lit the light, and made sure the room looked inviting for a thief. Then, I turned on the shower, letting the water run to create the illusion that I was occupied.I slipped out the service door, quiet as a shadow, and headed back to the garage to check on my real dress. Nysa was about to get a front-row seat to the humiliation she thought she was inflicting on me. She’d destroy the lavender gown, she’d feel the rush of her petty, pathetic victory, and she would walk into that gala tonight entirely unaware that her downfall had began with that dress.I stood under the steaming water, but the heat of the water didn't even touch the ice cold burn of revenge that was flowing my veins. My phone was propped up on the vanity, on the screen was the a high-definition feed from the tiny lens I’d hidden in the crown molding of my closet.I watched in real-time as Nysa crept into my room. She looked ridiculous and frantic just like a cornere

"How old are you?" he asked, his tone shifting into something more direct."Eighteen," I replied, short and cold.He nodded, clearly satisfied. "Why were you away for so long?" he asked."Because I wanted to be."My curtness clearly hit the mark. He looked like a man who spent his life surrounded by women who clung to his arm and fawned over his wealth; he was clearly relieved to find someone who treated him like a peer, or better yet, a target.He moved then, closing the distance between us until I had no choice but to step back. My back hit the cold iron of the railing. He was significantly taller, looming over me, forcing me to tilt my head back to keep my eyes locked on his."What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice steady, challenging him to try.He stopped inches from me, his gaze dropping to my lips before snapping back up to my eyes. "I’m looking at something I’m finally interested in," he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp.He leaned in closer, his wa