All Chapters of REBORN: My Second Life. I Became The Villianess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Before I could even scream at him again, his hand shot out fast as hell. His fingers locked tight around the back of my neck, gripping hard enough that I couldn’t pull away. He yanked me across the leather seat and crashed his mouth against mine.The second I gasped, he was all over me, his tongue shoving deep, kissing me like he was trying to own me. It was messy, aggressive, and filthy. He bit my lip, sucked on it, then fucked my mouth with his tongue, growling low while he took what he wanted. My hands pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. He just pinned my wrist down hard against the seat and kept devouring me, wet and rough, like he couldn’t get enough.When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let go. His fingers stayed tangled in my hair, thumb pressed against my racing pulse. He stared at me, breathing heavy, eyes dark with satisfaction.“Just like as I imagined,” he muttered, voice low and rough.I wrenched myself backward, ripping my head from his grip, and scrambled acros

I looked at my father, who was still kneeling in front of me with the antiseptic wipe in his hand. I saw the quiet, disgusted glance he shot toward Nysa’s retreating back. This is my out. I thought."Excuse me, Father," I whispered softly, keeping my posture timid and low. "I'll go clean up."He gave me a soft, sympathetic nod, putting the medical cap back on the kit. "Go ahead, Nyxara. Get some rest."I didn't wait for another second. I slipped past them, keeping my head ducked down to hide the blood still smeared near my temple, and hurried up the sweeping staircase, putting as much distance between myself, Nysa, and the terrifying gravitational pull of Dario Valteri as I possibly could.After scrubbing the dried blood and antiseptic from my skin, I stood under the steaming water in the shower until the bathroom mirror was fogged over. I stepped out and I dried myself off. I pulled on a simple, high-necked cashmere sweater paired with tailored trousers, modest, unassuming, and cove

The next morning, I pulled a tight black turtleneck all the way up to my chin before heading down to breakfast, making sure it completely hid the dark, purple hickey Dario had left stamped against my throat.When I walked into the dining room, Dario was already seated at the table, looking entirely too calm and rested for a man who had snuck into my bedroom at midnight.Nysa wasted zero time starting up her usual drama, sneering across the table about something or other, but I wasn't having it. I just completely ignored her, picking up my fork and focusing entirely on my eggs like she didn't even exist.Midway through the meal, my father pushed a small, sleek electronic key fob across the table toward me."Take it," he said, keeping his tone casual. "I had a new car delivered this morning. Something a bit more reliable and suitable for your drive to work."I looked down at the keys, genuinely surprised, then back up at him. "Thank you, Father."Before the words even fully left my mout

The doctor quickly called a nurse into the room, and they went to work. The nurse cleaned the wound with a stinging antiseptic wash that made my skin crawl, followed by the local anesthetic injection that numbed the area into a dull, heavy throb. Then, the doctor picked up the curved needle and fine suture thread.Neither of them made a sound as they worked. Through it all, I didn't flinch. I didn't grip the edges of the exam table, I didn't squeeze my eyes shut, and I didn't let out a single breath of pain. I just sat there like stone, enduring it with the cold, calculated detachment of someone who had survived far worse than a few stitches.When the final knot was tied and the wound was neatly sealed with dark thread, the doctor gently pressed a fresh, sterile bandage over the top."All done," the doctor murmured, though he looked somewhat uneasy under the crushing weight of Dario’s unblinking stare. He exchanged a quick, nervous glance with the nurse. "I'm going to go check on Mr.

Nysa opened her mouth, a sharp, defensive retort flying straight to her lips, ready to scream, ready to blame me, ready to turn the tables. But she took one look at my father’s face, at the absolute, icy finality etched into his features, and her mouth clicked shut. She swallowed hard, staring at the floor in stunned silence.I ignored them both, focusing entirely on my father. I securely braced his weight, helping him stand up off the stiff medical mattress, and steadily led him out of the hospital room, leaving Mom and Nysa standing alone in the sterile silence of the suite.The black town car pulled up smoothly at the entrance of the hospital, the heavy glass doors sliding shut behind us as the cool evening air hit my face. My father leaned heavily against my shoulder, every movement was deliberate and cautious as I guided him into the back seat. The drive back to the Vexari estate was silent, broken only by the steady hum of the engine and the soft, pained exhales my father let o