Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 28: Victim

"Well," Aurora said, tapping her chin, "look on the bright side! You’ve successfully played a bed-wetter, a crying fish owner, and—oh, my personal favorite—the guy who gets rejected by three girls in a row during a high school confession scene."

Theodore clenched his fists. "AURORA."

Aurora cackled. "I’m just saying! At least you’ve mastered the art of rejection. It’s a useful skill!"

Theodore groaned and dramatically flopped back down. "I hate everything."

Aurora patted his head. "Don’t worry, bro. One day, you’ll be famous. And when that day comes, I’ll be there to remind you of all these humble beginnings."

Theodore sat up and pointed a trembling finger at her. "You—You are the worst sibling ever."

Aurora simply grinned. "And yet, here I am, hyping you up. What a saint I am."

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In high school.

By the time it was a break, Rose, Natasha, and Kira’s faces had turned red from anger.

They were filled with anger.

The trio were in the bathroom, fixing their makeup.

"How dare that b*tch ruin our reputation?" Kira muttered fixing her hair.

"Exactly! It was just a mistake, does she need to exaggerate that much?" Natasha touched up the slight blush on her cheeks.

Rose was the only one who was silent.

Just then the door of the bathroom was opened and Olivia walked in.

The moment Olivia stepped into the bathroom, the air grew tense. The trio stiffened, their hands momentarily pausing in the middle of their touch-ups. Rose, however, quickly schooled her expression, her lips curling into a saccharine smile.

"Oh? If it isn’t our class’s biggest victim," she drawled, turning to face Olivia with her arms crossed.

"Did you come here to cry some more?"

Natasha snickered.

"Maybe she wants to give us another dramatic speech. Should we start clapping now or wait until the grand finale?"

Kira leaned against the sink, eyeing Olivia with a smirk.

"Or maybe she’s here to beg us to forgive her for humiliating us. How noble."

Olivia, however, remained unfazed. She merely checked all the bathroom stalls, before locking the main door to the bathroom.

The trio were confused by Olivia’s actions. Before they could understand anything, Olivia wiped away the makeup on her face.

The bruises from yesterday became visible instantly. She also wiped away the makeup from her hand, neck, and forearms.

Natasha was the first to come to her senses and smiled,

"What, want to show us your bruise to gain our pity?"

Rose and Kira smirked too. After all when Miller had beaten Olivia up yesterday, he had recorded the video and showed them.

Olivia smiled and didn’t answer, instead, she started to tear her clothes. Once done, she sprayed water on herself and rushed toward the trio.

The trio was stunned and instantly moved into action. They thought Olivia was going to attack them.

The moment Olivia rushed toward them, panic set in.

"Stop her!" Rose shouted, stepping back in alarm.

Natasha and Kira moved first, grabbing Olivia by the arms and shoving her backward. Olivia stumbled but didn’t fall. Instead, she twisted her body and kicked Natasha’s shin—hard.

"Argh!" Natasha yelped, staggering back. Her face twisted in anger, and before she could think, her hand flew out.

SMACK!

The sound of the slap echoed in the tiled bathroom. Olivia’s head snapped to the side, a red mark quickly forming on her cheek.

Then, without warning—

"HELP! HELP ME!" Olivia’s voice rang out, sharp and desperate.

Rose’s eyes widened in horror. "Shut her up!"

Kira and Natasha scrambled, trying to cover Olivia’s mouth, but it was too late. Olivia kept screaming, twisting her body to make it look like she was struggling.

Outside, a chorus of voices rose in alarm.

"Who’s in there?"

"What’s going on?"

"Open the door!"

The sound of fists pounding against the door made the trio freeze.

Kira’s hands trembled. "Oh my god, we’re screwed."

"Shut up and think!" Rose hissed. Her usual confidence was crumbling.

But before they could come up with a plan—

BANG!

The door burst open.

A flood of girls from their grade rushed in, their eyes widening in shock at the scene before them.

Olivia was on the floor, soaked, her clothes torn, her cheek red from Natasha’s slap, and bruises covering her body. She looked so small, so pitiful.

Meanwhile, Rose, Natasha, and Kira were standing over her, their faces pale, their hands still raised as if they had been caught mid-attack.

The room was silent for one long second.

Then—

"What the hell is wrong with you three?!"

"Did you hit her?"

"Are you serious? Bullying someone like this?!"

The angry voices rose all at once.

Janet was the first to move, rushing forward and kneeling beside Olivia.

"Olivia! Are you okay?" She gently lifted Olivia up, supporting her as Olivia trembled in her arms.

Olivia didn’t say a word. She just buried her face into Janet’s shoulder, her body shaking slightly.

The sight made the crowd even angrier.

"Disgusting!"

"They actually beat her up!"

"Someone get a teacher!"

Rose, Natasha, and Kira could only stand there, frozen as the weight of everyone’s judgment crashed down on them.

This wasn’t just a misunderstanding.

This was a disaster.

They suddenly understood Olivia’s action! She was framing them!

"She’s framing us, guys!" Rose shouted, her voice laced with desperation.

But the damage had already been done.

The crowd didn’t care for her protests; their focus was solely on Olivia, whose fragile, trembling form painted a picture of sheer helplessness.

"Framing you?" Janet snapped, her voice dripping with disgust. "Are you seriously trying to play the victim right now?"

Other voices joined in.

"How shameless can you be?"

"Look at her! She’s covered in bruises!"

"You monsters."

A few girls had already pulled out their phones, recording the scene as Olivia remained in Janet’s arms, her expression hidden from view.

The shaking of her shoulders suggested suppressed sobs, but Rose could see it now—the subtle tension in Olivia’s fingers, the faint control in her breathing. It was all an act.

But it didn’t matter.

Truth didn’t matter when perception had already ruled against them.