REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 122

I headed down the hall to the ground-floor room, I slipped under the heavy covers, and lay there in the quiet dark, letting my mind race through everything from this life and the past life, trying to find the single thread that would unravel Russo before he could tear down everything we had built.

I laid in the dark room, the heavy silence pressing against the walls as my thoughts drifted back to the past. In my last life, after I had returned, I was kept away from anything important. I had focused only on building Cipher Core from scratch, hiding behind code and screens while the rest of the world moved without me.

But in this life, I started Cipher Core early. By the time I turned eighteen, it was already a massive, well-established company with its hands in half the major tech markets in the city making me a eighteen year old millionaire.

The contrast between then and now was sharp, cutting deep into my chest.

In my past life, Nysa and Dario's wedding was an enormous affair. Nysa made her socialite friends her bridesmaids and maid of honor, while I was left completely behind. They hadn't even told me about the wedding. I remembered the cold, hollow shock of it, wandering through the quiet halls of the estate until I heard Caroline talking to Lorraine in the living room.

They were gossiping about the reception, talking about how Nysa looked breathtaking in her custom gown, laughing about the guest list. That was when I finally walked up and asked the butler what happened. He had looked at me with pity, telling me that the eldest miss had gotten married to Mr. Valteri a few days ago.

After that, I rarely saw Nysa. And when I did, she was always latched onto Dario or surrounded by her elite friends. Every single time, she would mock me, belittle me, and hurt me just enough to leave bruises, then laugh in my face while I stood there alone.

This life was different. In this life, I got Dario. I got a head start with all the ruthless knowledge and foresight from my past life, weaponizing every single memory before anyone else even realized the board was changing.

The only real difference was that in my last life, I never found out my true identity. I died in the dark on a cold isolated road, believing I was nobody and no one cared for me, but in this life, because I took Dario, my true identity came to light. The Valteri name, the Cruz name, the power, the protection, it all tied back to who I really was.

I wasn't going to give Nysa and Caroline any more chances. In my past life, they took everything from me piece by piece until I had nothing left. In this life, I was going to finish it.

I rolled onto my side, staring at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. My fingers curled into the fabric of the blanket. Every betrayal, every snide remark, every scar from back then, it was all leading to this.

Russo thought he could waltz into the city and use Nysa and Caroline as pawns to tear my family apart. He thought he could break my father and crush Dario. Let him try. I closed my eyes, letting the cold calculation settle deep into my bones. Tomorrow, the pieces would start moving. And when the dust finally cleared, there wouldn't be anything left of them.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. The other side of the bed was cold. Dario had probably already woken up, if he had even slept at all. I got up, grabbed a quick shower, and threw up. It was mostly dry heaving, I washed my mouth out and headed out to breakfast.

After breakfast, I hugged Grandmother, Grandfather, Elena, Ella, and Bianca. "Be careful, and call us if you need help," I said, looking at them and they all nodded.

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