REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 118

Dario slid out of bed with a quiet, smooth motion, his bare feet hitting the floor without a sound. He didn't waste a second, walking straight toward the bedroom door.

I sat up on the edge of the mattress, pulling the sheet tight around my shoulders to block out the chill of the hallway air. Dario grabbed the handle, pulled the door open just enough to step out into the corridor, and locked it shut behind him, leaving me in the dim shadow of the room. I waited for a few seconds, but the low murmur of voices filtered through the wood. Tossing the sheet aside, I stood up, grabbed a robe from the back of the chair, tied it around my waist, and walked over to the door. I turned the handle and pulled it open.

Dario was standing right outside, flanked by two armed security guards in dark tactical gear. "What's going on?" I asked, looking between them.

The lead security guard hesitated for a second, his eyes shifting toward Dario for approval. Dario gave a nod.

"Madam," the guard said, keeping his voice flat and controlled. "We caught three men and Nysa Vexari trying to break into the perimeter. They managed to scale the side fence before the motion sensors tripped, but the detail intercepted them near the patio. They're restrained down in the main living room right now." he said.

I let out a slow, tired sigh, shaking my head at the sheer stupidity of it all. Nysa really didn't know when to quit, dragging random thugs into her pathetic suicide mission.

"Get rid of the men. Drop them off a few miles away in the industrial district with a warning they won't forget. Keep Nysa locked in the basement storage room. I'll deal with her tomorrow." I said.

"Understood," the guard said, turning on his heel to carry out the orders.

I looked up at Dario, running a hand through my hair. "Can you believe her?" he asked.

He stepped back into the doorway, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back inside the room. "She's desperate, and desperate people do stupid things, let's go back to sleep. The guards have it handled." he said.We closed the door behind us, locking out the noise, and climbed back into bed.

When I woke up the next morning, my eyes weren't even fully open before a heavy wave of nausea hit me. I sat up quickly, but the spinning feeling only got worse, a cold sweat broke out across my skin. I pushed through my usual morning routine, trying to shake it off, and headed downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. The second I sat down and took a sip of my coffee, my stomach twisted. The smell alone turned my stomach inside out. I dropped the mug and shoved my chair back, I rushed down the hall toward the nearest washroom, and threw up in the sink.

After a few minutes, I braced my hands on the counter, turned on the tap, splashed cold water over my face, and rinsed my mouth out. When I pushed the door open and stepped back into the hallway, Dario was standing right there waiting.

He looked down at me, his eyes sharp with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," I mumbled, wiping my hand across my mouth. "Just a bit nauseous."

"We're going to the doctor," he said, his tone leaving zero room for argument.

"I'm fine Dario, it’s probably just a stomach bug," I protested, shaking my head.

"Nope, I'm not taking any chances. Plus, your father will kill me if anything happens to you and I ignored it," he said, already grabbing my hand to lead me toward the exit.

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