REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 66

I knew her. I knew the cold, calculating, fiercely proud woman hiding beneath her calm exterior. She had spent her entire life believing she was a Vexari, using her hatred for Caroline and Nysa as fuel to plot her ultimate revenge. Her entire identity was tied to the war she was waging against that family.

If she woke up tomorrow and discovered she wasn't a Vexari at all... if she found out she had no blood ties to the people who abused and neglected her for eighteen years... it would shatter her world and then there was the other side of the coin.

If Pedro’s blood ran through her veins, it meant she wasn't just some random girl from a messed-up household. It meant she was the Cruz heiress. She was the bloodline heir to a massive, ruthless mafia empire that rivaled my own.

Combined with the Valteri ring resting on her finger, which already made her the controlling owner of my empire's shares she would instantly become the most powerful woman in the underworld.

She was my wife. She was destined to rule beside me. But she was also carrying a target on her back bigger than anything she had ever faced before.

The silence in the room stretched on, heavy and suffocating. Across the room, Julian stepped through the doors quietly, catching my eye and giving me a low, grim nod to signal that his men were already tearing into the archives.

I looked back down at Nyxara, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she slept through the chaos of her own life unravelling. I leaned forward, resting my chin on my interlocked fingers, my eyes narrowing as a fierce, unyielding protectiveness surged through my veins.

Let the DNA results come. Let the secrets crawl out of the dark. No matter what those papers said, no matter who her mother turned out to be, and no matter how much blood had to be spilled to bury the past... she was mine.

I would burn the world down before I let anyone take her away from me.

I kept my eyes fixed on Nyxara’s sleeping form for another long moment before I finally dragged my gaze away. I turned my head, locking my eyes onto my Godfather, who was standing quietly near the window with a heavy, troubled look carved into his weathered face.

The air in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken dread and the ticking clock of the pending laboratory results.

"Pedro," I said, my voice cutting through the quiet hum of the electronics the security team had set up. "Sit down."

Pedro nodded slowly, pulling a chair closer to the center of the room and lowering himself into it. He let out a long, weary breath, rubbing his palms together as he prepared to dredge up memories he probably thought were buried forever.

"Explain it to us in full detail," I instructed, keeping my tone steady and analytical, though my blood was still boiling with restless energy. "How you met Nysa that night. It isn't that we don't believe you, Godfather... it's just that this whole situation is too completely mind-boggling to process without every single piece of the puzzle on the table."

Pedro gave a grim nod. He understood.

"Alright," he began, his voice dropping low as he stared down at the floor, piecing the timeline back together in his head. "It was eighteen years ago. Summer. I was downtown meeting a business associate at a private club. It was late, around midnight."

He paused, shifting in his seat as the memory played behind his eyes.

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