REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 47

"Did you actually think I would ever let you touch me?" I asked, my voice dropping into a low, dangerous whisper that cut through the quiet room. "You're mistaken, big sister. You're completely mistaken."

She glared up at me, her eyes burning with murderous rage, but she couldn't pull away from my grip.

"Look at you," I continued, letting my gaze drift over her disheveled mess of a body with cold, open disgust. "You no longer have any power in this house and you're no longer the prim and proper Vexari princess holding court over everyone else. Look at you,...Thirty years old, acting like a pathetic slut, sneaking around and screwing different men behind closed doors while playing the innocent victim."

She let out a choked sound of fury, trying to claw at my wrist, but I tightened my grip on her hair, forcing her head back another inch.

"I could beat you right here, right now, until you couldn't stand up," I whispered, leaning in closer so she could hear every venomous word. "And you know what the best part is? Father would walk in, see this, and he would side with me. He's done with you, everyone is done with you." I hissed.

I let a cruel, mocking laugh slip past my lips. "How does it feel, Nysa? How does it feel to have the man you so desperately wanted, the man you thought you owned, taken away from you and handed right to me on a silver platter?" I asked.

Her chest heaved and her face turned an ugly shade of purple from the combination of pain, rage, and humiliation. For a second, I thought she might actually pass out from fury. Then, a wet, ugly sound broke through her gasping, she started laughing.

It was a harsh, broken, unhinged sound. She threw her head back as much as my grip allowed, glaring up at me with tears spilling over her lashes.

"You actually think Dario wants you?" she spat out, her voice cracking as she mocked me. "You little idiot. You're just a means to an end for him! He doesn't love you, he doesn't care about you, you're just a convenient warm body he picked to replace me because I slipped up!" she shrieked, still laughing.

Instead of getting angry, instead of letting her words sting, a cold, dark satisfaction bloomed deep in my chest. I let out a soft, melodic laugh that chilled the air between us. Slowly and deliberately, I leaned in until my lips were right beside her ear, dropping my voice down to a harsh, confidential whisper.

"I sent you that video, Nysa," I whispered, the words slipping out like a lethal dose of poison. "Did you like it? while you were busy plotting, he was in my bed. He was heavy and demanding between my legs all night long, marking every inch of my skin. His mouth was on my body all night long. "

Her eyes went wide, the color draining from her face as the horrifying truth finally clicked in her brain. Her mouth fell open, but no words came out, frozen in pure, shattering shock.

I pulled back just enough to look into her horrified face, letting a wide, triumphant smile spread across my lips. Her eyes were wide, and I just smiled.

The shock on her face lasted for all of two seconds before it shattered, replaced entirely by a feral, cornered desperation. The secret was out. The humiliation, the betrayal, the reality of where she really stood, it snapped whatever fragile sanity she had left.

Before I could pull away, he scrambled up from the floor with a furious shriek, lunging forward and grabbing a handful of my hair, yanking my head back hard.

"You little bitch!" she screeched, her nails digging into my scalp as she tried to drag me down with her. I didn't even have time to swing back because I could hear the heavy thuds of boots in the hallway and right at that exact second as if on cue, the bedroom door swung open with a violent, deafening bang that shook the entire frame.

Our father was standing in the doorway, his face instantly draining of color as his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding in front of him. He saw Nysa holding me by the hair, her face twisted in a mask of unhinged rage.

That was all it took. The last thread of patience Carlton Vexari had for his eldest daughter snapped completely.

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