The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 157

Valencia’s POV

Her eyes widened for a split second before narrowing with venomous anger. The mask of careful control she usually wore cracked, exposing the seething rage beneath.

“You’re getting more disrespectful by the day, aren’t you, girl?” Lethia sneered, her voice like poisoned honey. She crossed her arms, chin lifting as she eyed me with undisguised contempt. “You do realize your husband will leave you soon, right? You can’t give him an heir. He’ll only tolerate you for so long before he discards you like the useless thing you are.”

I scoffed.

“Is that coming from personal experience, Lethia?” I tilted my head, my tone deceptively sweet. “Is that what Alpha Drogo did to you? When he realized his so-called ‘heir’ wasn’t even his own blood—but a slave’s?”

The words were out before I could stop myself, dripping with a malice I didn’t know I was capable of. I was surprised, and disgusted by the way I was speaking.

But I cleared my mind at once. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

The fury in her eyes burned hotter than a forge.

For the first time in my two lives, I saw true hatred twist her features, distorting the carefully maintained composure she always carried. Even when mocking me, she hadn’t ever glared at me with such malice.

And I realized something.

She wasn’t just angry.

She was afraid.

That struck a deep, satisfied chord inside me.

Good.

Lethia’s hand shot up in an attempt to slap me, her nails gleaming under the dim lights like tiny daggers.

But this time, I didn’t let it happen.

I caught her wrist midair, stopping it inches from my face. My fingers dug into her skin.

Her eyes widened in shock.

I didn’t flinch.

I didn’t cower.

And I sure as hell wasn’t the weak, trembling girl she had spent years tormenting.

“I am not your daughter,” I said, my voice steady, dangerously calm. “You have no right to discipline me anymore, Lethia. If you’re truly angry, then go ahead—call my father. And make sure to explain to him exactly what we just discussed.”

I smiled coldly, tilting my head just slightly.

“Let’s see how that conversation goes.”

But instead of backing down, she moved quicker than I expected.

Her free hand shot forward, and I barely had time to react before her fingers clawed into my hair, yanking it back with vicious force.

I winced as my head jerked back.

Fucking tall-ass bitch.

Her silver eyes gleamed as she loomed over me.

“So much confidence,” she whispered, her grip tightening. “You do realize I could slit your throat right here, right now? I could kill you, and no one would blame me.”

The air in the room turned suffocating.

Then she leaned in, her breath ghosting over my ear.

“I could bury you alive… just like I did your mother.”

My body froze.

A cold, clawing sensation crawled up my spine.

My heart pounded so hard I could hear it echoing in my ears.

"W-what?" My voice came out strangled, barely above a whisper. “Y—you did what?”

Lethia smiled.

It was the most wicked, satisfied smile I had ever seen on her face.

“Did you really believe she died giving birth to a whelp like you?” she purred, her tone sickly sweet. “No. She was like a worm—cut off one head, and another would pop right back up. I had to get rid of her properly.”

My stomach twisted violently.

She leaned closer.

“I buried her alive,” she whispered.

The world blurred at the edges.

A ringing sound filled my ears. I knew this all already. I was only acting surprised, however that didn’t mask my disgust and didn’t make me feel any better hearing her say it with such confidence.

As though even if the world knew the disgusting things she’d done, no one would lay a finger on her.

Well, she was wrong.

Lethia’s laughter echoed like a death knell.