Fidelia wasn't herself anymore. A totally new personality had taken over — one far astray from her. And the person in charge was... Nyra.
Nyra walked out of the bathtub and went to the wardrobe.
"Ah God — what are these awful dresses?" she muttered, riffling through the fabric. She kept moving the clothes, trying to find the one that perfectly suited her.
Then she found a dark red leather jacket. Her smile stretched across her lips.
She pulled on tight jeans and threw the leather jacket over them.
"Now this is what I'm talking about," Nyra said.
She carried the memories of those who had hurt her. And now that Nyra was in charge, she wasn't going to forgive them.
"I'm going to kill every single one of you," she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else.
She booted up Fidelia's laptop and began hacking — tracing the location of her stepsister, Bridget. She accessed the CCTV feed at home she had connected to her phone and laptop then she scrolled through the footage.
The last clip showed Bridget dressing up and leaving the house. No doubt: Bridget was going to a club tonight, and Nyra knew which one.
Satisfied, Nyra closed the laptop and left her room.
Andrian wasn't there. Not that she cared.
She moved through the house and out to the huge garage beside it, where Andrian kept his vehicles. She pressed the button; the garage door opened. She went inside, looking for something to suit her. She didn't fancy cars much, but what caught her eye was a black motorbike parked in a corner.
"Yeah," she breathed, stepping closer and stroking the tank. She found the keys on the keyring and took them.
She swung onto the motorcycle, wrapped her hands around the handlebars, and tested the throttle. It was as good as she thought.
She slid the helmet on, started the engine, and rode out of the garage — heading straight for the destination she had in mind.
Nyra rode the bike, increasing her speed and chasing down the one target she had in mind—Bridget. She was going to kill Bridget tonight, whatever it took. In about twenty minutes, she arrived outside the club. There was a long queue of people waiting to get inside.
Nyra parked her bike, placed her helmet on top of it, and picked up her bag. Without wasting time, she walked toward the club, ignoring the long line. As she tried to enter, two bouncers stepped in front of her.
"You can't come in. Get back in line."
Nyra looked up with a cold exhalation. "Get out of my way."
The two bouncers looked at each other and laughed, amused by what they thought was a joke.
"I won't repeat myself. Move," Nyra said again, her tone sharp.
Feeling insulted, one of the bouncers charged at her. He reached out to grab her shoulder, but Nyra reacted faster. She deflected his arm, twisted it hard, then kicked his knee—dropping him to the ground so fast and hard he couldn't react.
The second guy froze for a second, then lunged forward. Nyra didn't hesitate. She spun and kicked him square in the chest, putting all her strength into it. The impact sent him flying backward until he slammed his head against the wall and fell unconscious.
The crowd gasped. The entire line fell silent as everyone stared at her—shocked that a single woman had just taken down two trained bouncers in seconds.
"Who the hell is she?" someone muttered.
"She looks familiar… but I can't figure it out," another replied.
Ignoring them, Nyra walked into the club. The music hit her immediately—heavy bass pounding through the walls, laughter, and screams from people dancing and losing themselves to the night.
"Of all the places to be in Bridget you chose a club" Nyra frowned, covering her ear with one hand. She pushed herself forward into the crowd of people dancing while she searched for Bridget.
She searched all around the floor area but couldn't find her. Then she went upstairs to do the same thing and she didn't find her there either.
'Where the hell are you?' She thought, squeezing her hand trying to contain the rage. She took out her phone and scrolled the pictures on it till she found Bridget's own then she asked around asking if anyone had seen her around.
"Yes I saw the lady at the party…there..that's her she is leaving already" A lady said pointing at Bridget below.
A grin appeared on Nyra's face as she muttered under her breath, "Finally, I found the bitch." She stepped back, ducking low to the floor — then suddenly paused. She snatched a beer from a man drinking nearby; the drink splashed over his suit and he freaked out.
"What the hell, are you crazy? You just ruined my thousand-dollar suit!" he shouted, springing up to overpower her. Nyra didn't waste time. She smashed the bottle on the table and held the jagged tip at him.
"Step back" Nyra said calmly and he immediately backed down noticing the threat, he knew she wasn't bluffing
The girls beside him shifted away, trying to avoid trouble. Seeing he'd retreated, Nyra turned and walked for the exit. She had someone to kill — she couldn't waste any more time before Bridget got away.
She came out of the club and the two bodyguards were still there, tending to their injuries. When they saw her with a broken wine bottle, they immediately stepped back. Nyra held the jagged edge toward them. "Stay back. I have no issue using this on you," she said, and they backed down.
She scanned the street and saw her target being helped toward a car beside a luxurious ride. Nyra turned and hurried toward them.
Some distance away, Mia was closing her own car door when she spotted the familiar figure. Is that not Fidelia? she wondered. She watched as Fidelia — dressed differently and holding a bottle — moved in the direction of Bridget. Mia's face went pale. "What is she doing?" she thought, and then ran toward where Fidelia was headed.
Fidelia reached Bridget just as a man was steadying the drunk woman by the waist, trying to get her into the car. Fidelia grabbed Bridget and pulled her backward. Bridget screamed.
The man who'd been holding Bridget snarled, "What the fuck — who the hell are you? Get your hands off her." He shoved Nyra so hard she hit the ground. Nyra hadn't expected the force, but her attention never left Bridget — she only wanted Bridget.
The pain exploded through her head, but her eyes stayed locked on Bridget. She couldn't lose sight of her.
"Arrgh who was that bitch? How dare she!" Bridget tried turning to fight back despite being in a drunk state.
"I have handled her babe, forget about her let's go" The man assured her, he wasn't going to let this person ruin his night for him. He had taken Bridget out of the club so he could take her to a hotel where he could sleep with her.
Who knew if she got angry or was out of her drunk state if she would agree to have sex with again. He didn't want to risk it despite how angry he was.
The man quickly got into the car, placing Bridget inside, and sped off — tires screeching against the asphalt.
Nyra groaned, clutching her head. The pain grew sharper, piercing through her skull as she screamed, trying to steady her breathing. Her vision blurred.
Mia rushed to her side, panicked. "Fidelia! Fidelia!! Are you okay?" she shouted, reaching to help her up.
Nyra slapped her hand away. "I'm not her… I'm Nyra!" she yelled — and then the pain kicked in again. She screamed louder, her body trembling on the pavement.
"Huh?" Mia arched her brow, confused by what she said.
Moments later, the agony subsided. Nyra's expression softened; confusion clouded her eyes. She blinked rapidly, breathing unevenly.
"Mia?" she whispered weakly.
"Fidelia! Are you okay?" Mia asked, crouching beside her.
"Ahh… God, my head hurts," Fidelia groaned, holding her temple.
"Where am I… and why am I here?"