The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 159

Valencia’s POV:

I didn’t speak as I unclipped my brooch, my fingers trembling slightly as I handed it over to Dante. Along with it, I passed him the small recording device I had kept hidden in my pocket.

The weight of it felt heavier than ever in my palm. Not because of its size, but because of everything it contained.

He took it from me in complete silence. Not a word, not a question—just a quiet, seething rage that simmered beneath his skin. His grip was firm, but his movements were controlled, careful. Like he was barely holding himself back from snapping.

I swallowed hard. He wasn’t looking at me.

Instead, he turned away, his muscles visibly tensed as he exhaled slowly through his nose. Then, without another word, he pulled at the zipper of my dress, letting it pool to the floor in a soft heap around my feet.

“Seven, get her dress,” he said. His voice was flat, emotionless. But I could feel it. The quiet fury. The overwhelming sense of helplessness he was trying to mask.

Seven voiced an affirmation outside of the bathroom door.

I exhaled. “Let me take a shower first. I probably smell horrid right now. And we still have a wedding to get ready for.”

That wasn’t the real reason, of course.

I just wanted to wash every trace of Lethia off me. I needed to scrub her touch from my skin, to erase the feeling of her fingers in my hair, her nails scraping my scalp, her hand clamping over my mouth, forcing that vile liquid down my throat.

I clenched my fists, trying to push the memory away.

Seven knocked on the door and passed a dress to Dante, who hung it on the back of the door before stepping back.

It was a coffee-colored evening gown, the bodice adorned with delicate sequins. The off-shoulder sleeves draped elegantly, and the skirt cascaded down in a mermaid style, fading into a soft champagne hue at the hem.

At first Dante didn’t seem like he wanted to leave, but when he saw my hesitation it was clear he understood that I wanted to be alone.

Dante pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyes dark as he placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

Then, without another word, he left.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.

Fuck.

Was I making him feel worse? Was I being selfish? I hated this—hated how weak I must have looked. This was so important to him and here I was, becoming a burden once again.

I shook the thoughts away and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over me.

I scrubbed my skin raw.

Over and over.

Until the phantom sensation of Lethia’s hands on me was gone.

Until the bitter taste of that elixir was nothing but a memory.

Until the suffocating nausea in my stomach settled into something more manageable.

By the time I was done, my body felt lighter, but my chest still carried the same unbearable weight.

I dried my hair, then slipped into the silky dress, smoothing my hands over the fabric as I looked at my reflection.

I looked… normal again.

But I didn’t feel normal.

I felt so on edge. I knew what I was going to see when I stepped outside. I had spent so much time inside just so that they could get over watching the video and audio comfortably without me around.

But I couldn’t stay cooped up in here forever.

I sighed looking at my dress. It looked beautiful. Elegant but not too eye-catching. I had expected wearing something like this wouldn’t bring me any unnecessary attention.

However after listening to Lethia’s words about Jaxon’s preferences changing Celeste, my hope of mixing into the background felt like a joke.

Still, I straightened my shoulders, forcing my expression into something normal.

Time to face them.

I stepped out of the bathroom, only to halt in my tracks.

Dante was standing, leaning against the wall to my right, arms crossed, waiting.

He had been waiting for me.

My heart clenched at the sight.

The room was completely silent, everyone sitting with tight expressions. But the air was thick with tension.

Well, at least I didn’t have to explain things myself now.

Dante’s gaze met mine, and without a word, he reached for my hand. The moment our fingers intertwined, warmth flooded into me, his spiritual energy seeping into my body, easing the tension in my muscles, calming the storm raging inside me.

I exhaled.