REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 36

I didn't waste a single second wallowing in the shock of coming back from the dead. A ruthless man doesn't panic; he moves. I leaned forward, and grabbed my phone, and punched the direct line to my head of security.

"Get to my office. Now," I barked, my voice flat, cold, and dripping with enough venom to make ice freeze over. Less than a minute later, the heavy oak door swung open and Julian stepped inside, squaring his shoulders as he took in the deadly look on my face. He had been my shadow for a decade, a killer who asked zero questions and got results.

"Boss," Julian greeted, his eyes sharp. "Something wrong?"

"Everything," I muttered, standing up so fast my chair slammed back against the wall. I buttoned my suit jacket, my mind racing a mile a minute.

I needed files, and I needed them yesterday. "Listen to me very carefully, Julian, because I’m only saying this once."

He didn't blink. "I'm listening."

"I want everything," I growled, stepping around the desk until I was standing right in front of him. "Every piece of paper, every digital footprint, every medical record, and every scrap of background information that exists on Nysa Vexari’d s younger sister. I don’t know where she is but dig her up. I want to know where she lives, what she eats, who she breathes near, and every single second of her daily routine. Do you understand?"

Julian frowned slightly, clearly thrown by the sudden, obsessive demand. "The ghost sister? Barely anyone even knows she exists, boss. But consider it done. I'll dig up everything." he repled.

"Good," I snapped, cutting him off before he could ask questions. "And that's not all."

I turned my back, staring out the floor-to-ceiling glass at the bustling city below, feeling the cold fury burning in my chest.

"Put eyes on Nysa Vaxeri," I ordered, the name tasting like ash in my mouth. "I want a tail on her twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Every person she talks to, every meeting she takes, every shadow she casts, Every call, every message to her phone. I want a report on my desk by morning. She thinks she's untouchable, but I'm going to watch her every move before she even realizes she's in a cage."

Julian let out a slow, steady breath, sensing the absolute danger radiating off me. "Consider it handled, Mr. Valteri. I'll have the surveillance teams set up within the hour." he replied.

"Get to it and have it done properly," I said, my knuckles white as I gripped the window frame.

The pieces were moving on the board. Nysa was about to find out what real hell looked like, and somewhere out there in the city, the girl she tried to erase was finally going to be kept safe.

Julian didn't waste any time. That same afternoon, right on schedule, the heavy oak door of my office clicked open and he stepped in, dropping a thick manila folder onto my desk.

"Everything we could pull on the sister, boss," he said, keeping his hands clasped behind his back. "It wasn't easy. The Vexairi family keeps her buried deep."

I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the folder like it held a loaded gun, then dragged it toward me and flipped it open.

My eyes scanned the pages. Her name was right there in black and white: Nyxara Vexari.

She was sixteen years old, living tucked away in a quiet, isolated house far outside the city limits with her grandparents, Caroline’s mother and father. Her school records laid out her life in cold, unfeeling print. She was online, but barely. She didn't go to parties, she didn't hang out with friends, and she never went anywhere except straight to school and straight back home. A ghost living in plain sight, entirely hidden away.

I reached the bottom of the stack and my fingers brushed against a physical photograph clipped to the final page. I pulled it out.

The breath caught hard in my throat.

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