All Chapters of REBORN: My Second Life. I Became The Villianess: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"We need to have a serious discussion," he announced, his tone dropping an octave.He turned his head sharply, fixing his gaze straight on Nysa."Nysa. Apologize to your sister. Now."He used a very specific tone, a flat, unyielding tone that signaled absolute finality. It was the tone he used to use in the past when I had stepped out of line, a clear warning that disobedience would bring severe consequences.Nysa flinched violently, her fork slipping from her fingers and clattering loudly against her porcelain plate. Her face flushed crimson with humiliation before she squeezed her eyes shut and forced the words through gritted teeth."I am sorry... for hitting you." she whispered.I didn’t gloat. I leaned into the performance, playing the role of the magnanimous, understanding sister with absolute precision."It is fine, Nysa," I said smoothly, my tone measured and calm. "I understand that you have been under a lot of stress with the wedding planning and everything else."My father

I didn't make a single move to pick up the glass. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nysa watching me like a hawk, waiting. I knew damn well there was something in that juice. She tried that in my last life too. In my last life. In my last life, she poisoned me with her own hands, She had handed me a glass with of juice with a smile and i drank it, and it sent me into the hospital for two weeks. I didn’t touch the glass. I just leaned back against the cushions of the armchair and went back to pretending to read. Across the room, I could see Nysa starting to fidget. Her fingers tapped restlessly against her knee, and her eyes kept darting back and forth between the glass of juice and me. But I still didn't make a single move. I let her sit there and sweat.Just then, the front door swung open, and our parents walked in. It was already pushing eight in the evening.Our mother hurried straight over to Nysa, completely ignoring my presence, whispering something to her with a worrie

Nysa’s face drained of all color. She began shaking her head frantically, her hands flying up in defense. "No! No, Father, I swear to God I didn't know anything about this! I had no idea!" she sobbed, panic cracking her voice entirely."Bullshit," my father roared, taking a menacing step toward her. "The two of you are always huddled up in some fucking corner whispering together, and you're telling me you had no idea your mother was running around with a twenty-eight-year-old parasite?""I didn't, I swear on my life!" she pleaded, tears spilling down her cheeks as she cowered lower against the wall.Even our mother, who was still huddled on the cold floor where she had fallen, she forced herself to speak up through her sobs, trying desperately to shield her golden child. "Carlton, please…leave her alone! Nysa had no idea, she really didn't know anything about it, I kept it all from her…" she pleaded.Before the chaos could escalate any further, I stepped forward from the shadows of th

"Let's go," he instructed the driver in a low, commanding voice.The vehicle smoothly slipped out of park, its tires crunching softly against the gravel drive as the convoy began to roll down the driveway toward the main gates.I pulled my hand back slightly from his grip, turning my head to glare at him with a mix of genuine surprise and calculated annoyance. "Where is my father? He was supposed to be in this vehicle."He didn't flinch. A slow, knowing smirk touched the corners of his lips as he turned his dark, intense gaze fully toward me, tracking every micro-expression on my face."Relax," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, rich with amusement. "Your father is in the other car. He's fine."The car’s tires hummed smoothly against the asphalt as we left the gates of the Vexari estate behind, merging onto the coastal highway that wound toward the cliffs of the Valteri property. The spacious leather interior of the back seat suddenly felt cramped as Dario shifted his weight,

When I turned to look at the wall behind my bed, my blood ran cold.Dario was literally stepping out of the wall, casually sliding a concealed wooden panel shut behind him. He was wearing just a pair of loose gray sweatpants, his dark hair damp and clinging to his forehead like he had just stepped out of the shower. Between the broad, chiseled chest, the ink on his skin, and those lethal eyes, he looked like an actual fucking god. Jesus Christ, I almost had a mini heart attack right then and there.I scrambled backward off the bed, clutching my phone like a weapon, and hissed, "What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in here? And what the hell is that?" I pointed a shaking finger straight at the wall panel.He didn't waste a single second answering. He crossed the distance between us in two long strides, his hand shooting out to grab my waist before I could even blink, hauling me hard against his chest."My room is directly below yours," he murmured, his voice a low, r