All Chapters of REBORN: My Second Life. I Became The Villianess: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

After he left I buckled my seatbelt, a few minutes later, the cabin door sealed shut, and the jet taxied down the runway before lifting off into the grey morning clouds. As the Valteri estate shrank into a tiny dot beneath us, I leaned my head against the cool window and let out a quiet sigh of relief. The past few weeks had been a non-stop rotation of poisoned coffee, fake smiles, and wedding planning madness. Escaping to my father's city felt like stepping out of a suffocating room and finally getting a lungful of cold air.The flight was short, barely two hours, but by the time we started our descent, the landscape below had completely changed. Instead of the quiet, rolling hills and sprawling historical manors surrounding the Valteri property, the city below was a sprawl of concrete, steel, and heavy industrial docks stretching out toward the dark water of the harbor. This was Pedro's turf. Everything down there ran on cash, muscle, and absolute, unquestioned loyalty.When the jet

Uncle Pascal walked over, shaking his head as he kicked one of the unconscious thugs out of the way with the toe of his shoe. "I'll be damned. Where did you learn that kind of footwork?""Self-defense classes," I said smoothly, brushing a speck of dust off my jacket sleeve. "Since I was eight"My dad let out a short, barking laugh that echoed off the cold concrete walls of the warehouses. He reached out, clapping a heavy hand onto my shoulder with enough force to rattle my bones."Get these trash bags out of the street," my dad snapped, turning his attention to the rest of the security detail who were already securing the area and zip-tying the remaining thugs who tried to run. "Take the survivors down to the lower holding rooms. I want to know which outfit put them up to this before the clock hits midnight.""Right away, boss," one of the guards said, hauling a groaning man up by his collar and shoving him toward the back of an empty van.As the security team swarmed over the site, c

We walked up the wide stone steps toward the grand double doors of the mansion. The warm air smelled faintly of cut grass and old cedar wood, a stark, peaceful contrast to the damp concrete and burnt iron of the eastern docks where we had just been tearing apart the Silva crew's operation.Inside, the entrance hall was high-ceilinged and quiet, lit by a heavy brass chandelier overhead. Down the hall toward the west wing, the faint sound of bickering voices echoed off the marble floor, Elena's event planners arguing over floral arrangements with the household staff.Dad stopped at the foot of the grand staircase, turning back to look at me with a steady, searching gaze. "You alright, kid?" he asked."I'm fine," I said, pausing at the foot of the grand staircase, “I’m going to grab a shower first” I said as I heeded up the stairs. The second I walked in and locked the door my phone vibrated . I pulled it out. A new message from an unknow number. A video file, I tapped the screen and hi

He grabbed his watch from the nightstand, fastening it around his wrist with a sharp click. "As ready as I'll ever be. Come on. If we stay up here much longer, your dad is going to send a tactical team to kick the door in." he said.We walked down the hallway together, the house was quiet as we made our way back toward the main dining room on the main floor, where the long timber table was already set for dinner.When we walked in, the rest of the table was already seated. Elena and Vincenzo were talking quietly end of the table, while my dad sat at the head of the table reviewing a stack of paperwork. The second we walked in, Grandmother looked up, a knowing smile touching her face."Glad you two decided to join the living," she said, her tone light and dry. "We were starting to think we'd have to send up a search party.""We were just discussing the party," Dario said smoothly, pulling out a chair for me before taking the seat right beside mine.I settled into my chair, reaching for