The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38 

Valencia’s POV 

The wardrobe was massive, practically a room in itself. Stepping Inside, I was immediately hit by the faint scent of lavender and cedar, a fragrance that chung to the luxurious fabrics aroundone.. 

Rows upon rows of clothing hung neatly, organized by color and occasion. 

It was clear that the room had been divided in half, with one sid–consisting of men’s clothing and the other side with dresses in every imaginable style–ball gowns with delicate embroidery, cocktail dresses in shimmering silks, and modest outfits crafted from the finest cottons–filled the space. 

To one side, shelves held an array of shoes, from elegant stilettos to practical boots, each resting on a velvet–lined shelf. Opposite them were drawers labeled with golden plaques scarves, gloves, jewelry. 

A full–length mirror framed with intricate gold detailing stood at the center of the room, reflecting the overwhelming splendor back at me. The entire space seemed like it belonged in a fantasy, not to someone like me. 

I let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through my unruly hair. My fingers brushed over a simple black dress hanging near the front. Its modest neckline and long sleeves made it seem like the least intimidating option. 

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“This will do,” I muttered, pulling it off the hanger. 

Once I slipped it on, however, I realized I’d miscalculated. The front might have been conservative, but the back was completely bare, the fabric dipping dangerously low. My shoulders and spine were entirely exposed, making me feel vulnerable. 

I groaned but didn’t have time to dwell on it. Grabbing a pair of lounging slippers–choosing the first set my hands touched from the rainbow of plush options- slipped them on. They were unbelievably soft, like walking on clouds. 

Finally, I picked up my egg from its cot. Its gentle warmth radiated against my arms, soothing my nerves. There was no way I was leaving it behind. 

Ignoring the maid’s protests from the hallway, I darted out of the room. I didn’t bother brushing my hair or even looking in the mirror again. Marcelene needed me, and I wasn’t going to waste another second. 

I ran blindly down the corridor, my mind racing. My bare feet on the cold marble would’ve been uncomfortable if not for the slippers cushioning each step. The halls seemed to stretch endlessly, their high ceilings and elaborate chandeliers only making me feel smaller and more insignificant. 

Turning a corner too quickly, I skidded slightly, almost losing my balance. Before I could hit the ground, a firm hanc aught my arm, steadying me. 

“Careful,” a deep voice chided. 

I looked up, and my breath caught. Raiden stood before me, his towering frame and broad shoulders making the grand hallway feel narrow. His hair was silver–gray, streaked with hints of charcoal at the temples, and tied neatly at the nape of his neck. His chiseled features were sharp and intimidaring, but there was an underlying warmth in his piercing blue eyes. 

Even in a simple black vest over a crisp white shirt, he radiated authority. There was something distinctly primal about him, like a beast that could strike at any moment. 

Kids these days,” he muttered, shaking his head as he released my arm. 

I frowned, some of my fear dissipating at his casual tone. “I’m not a kid.” 

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Chapter 38 

He raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Then don’t run in the halls like one.” 

My face heated, but I pushed the embarrassment aside. “Where Dante?” 

Raiden’s brows furrowed slightly. “He’s in a meeting. Do you need something?” 

“…“I hesitated, clutching the egg lighter. “I need to find my fricol 

Recognition flickered across his face, and I felt a spark of hope. 

“The guard you escaped with?” he asked. 

“You know her?” I asked, my voice rising with excitement. 

Raiden’s expression shifted, growing colder. “Ah, yes. She knows about what happened last night. Of course, we have to deal 

with her.” 

“Deal with her?My heart sank. “Don’t hurt her!” 

Raiden tilted his head slightly, as if considering my plea. A slow smile spread across his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Why?” 

The slight warmth he was exuding a second ago completely vanished. His calm demeanor only heightened my panic. I stepped back instinctively, shaking my head. “Please, she didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t hurt her!” 

Raiden’s gaze didn’t soften, as he looked at me in silence. 

Before I could press him further, the maid caught up with us, her face flushed and her breaths labored. She bowed deeply, muttering apologies for the trouble I’d caused, 

“Go back to your room,” Raiden ordered me, his tone leaving no room for argument. “If you keep making a fuss, you’ll only make things harder for your friend.“; 

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as anger and helplessness swirled inside me. Hugging the egg tighter, I turned and fled back to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. 

I sank to the floor, hot tears streaming down my checks. “Fuck this wedding.” I muttered through gritted teeth. “Fuck this family.”