REBORN My Second Life I Became The Villianess (Nyxara) novel Chapter 98

I stopped a few feet away, looking down at her with a calm, chilling smile. "Oh, my dear Nysa. Did you actually think kidnapping me would be easy? Did you really think you could hurt me?" I tilted my head, letting a mock-sympathetic look cross my face. "How sad. Tell me, did you have fun? Did they treat you well while you were with them?" I asked and I guess hearing those words, something in her snapped.

With a wild, desperate cry, she jumped up off the floor and lunged straight at me, her hands clawing toward my face. I waited until she was right in front of me, I raised my hand and cracked the back of my palm straight across her cheek. The sharp crack of the slap echoed off the walls. The force of the blow knocked her sideways, sending her crashing back down onto the floor with a sharp cry of pain, clutching her burning cheek.

"You little bitch" she screamed, tears streaming down her bruised face as she glared up at me with pure with unadulterated venom. "Why? Why are you always better than me? Why do you get everything ?Why does everyone fawn over you, protect you, give you the world? You're nothing. You're just trash, an unwanted, abandoned child!" she screamed.

I stood over her, letting out a quiet, cold laugh. I crouched down slightly so I was right at her eye level, my smile widening into something sharp and merciless.

"You have it wrong, sweetie," I whispered, my voice cutting through her sobs like a knife. "I'm not the unwanted one. You are."

I stood up and looked down at the mess she made of herself, and I couldn't help smiling. It was just funny to think about how much planning she put into her little scheme.

"Imagine you went through all that trouble just to kidnap me and have me assaulted," I said, keeping my tone light and breezy, "and I turned it around and had those exact same guys take you instead."

She glared up at me, breathing hard, but I just kept going.

"Do you know I have a video of you being used like a good little slut? Not just one video but two videos of them of the prim, proper and untouchable Nysa Vexari being used like a whore " I asked, tilting my head. "What do you think would happen if I shared it with all your friends, your little social circle, and every single person in this city?" I asked with a smile.

She lost her mind. She started screaming at the top of her lungs, calling me every nasty name in the book, thrashing around on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum. I just laughed, letting the sound wash over her and it drove her even crazier.

I waited a second, letting her wear herself out before I looked down at her again. "Let's make a deal." I said with a smile.

Hearing the word deal cut right through her screaming. She froze, scrambled up to her feet with her hair all over her face, and nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes, what deal?" she asked hurriedly.

I smiled at her, watching her stand there shaking and waiting for whatever I was going to throw at her next.

"I won't tell a soul about it," I said, keeping my voice quiet, "and I won't share the video. I will be getting married in one week. But before that, we're having a family dinner, and I need you to be presentable."

She stared at me, her eyes wide and bloodshot, probably trying to figure out what the catch was.

"You are going to get our mother in line," I kept going, stepping a little closer to her. "Try anything funny, and that video will be uploaded everywhere. Every friend you have, every person in our social circle, every single platform. It will be out there for good."

She swallowed hard, nodding fast. "I won't. I promise." She said in a desperate plea.

I smiled. "Good girl. Now be a reasonable big sister and daughter, and get our mother in line, because your attitude can and will ruin our family's reputation and business." I said.

She didn't waste any more time. She turned around and hurried out of the door, her shoes clicking fast against the floor. I called after her, raising my voice just enough so she could hear me down the hall. "Go to the doctor and make sure you get treated." I said.

She threw a quick, miserable look back over her shoulder and muttered, "Yes."

I walked over to the doorway and watched as she rushed off to find Caroline. She grabbed her mother by the arm, pulling her down the hallway toward the stairs, whispering frantically and trying to shut her up.

I smiled to myself as I watched them go. I knew Nysa too well. She had way too much pride and way too much poison inside her to ever just let this go. This whole thing was just the push that would start the real spiral straight to her and Caroline's downfall. Nysa wouldn't be able to help herself, and I was just sitting back, waiting for her to make her next move.

I left the room, walking down the long hallway and heading back down the stairs to the living room.

Nysa and Caroline were sitting on the couch together, looking small, pale, and beaten down. I walked over and took a seat on the opposite side of the coffee table, resting my hands in my lap as I looked right at them.

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