Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System

Chapter 584: Brown Family’s Truth

Her voice slowed, deliberate.

"It states that the Brown family can reclaim the fifty percent stake transferred to me... if I die a natural death."

She lifted her eyes. "And ’natural death’ is defined so vaguely... it could mean anything."

Her lips curved faintly. "An accident. A fall. An airplane crash."

She let the words linger.

"And I’m sure the Brown family is... more than capable of making any death look natural."

Shay’s pupils shrank. A faint chill crept up her spine. Aurora didn’t stop.

She flipped another page. "And then there’s clause 4.1.3."

Her tone turned colder. "It says my family must pay a lump sum if I fail to ’follow the plot.’"

She emphasized the last words with a soft, almost sarcastic laugh.

"’Follow the plot’... such an interesting phrase."

Her gaze locked onto Shay.

"It’s so ambiguous that you could twist it however you like."

A pause. "You could claim I violated it at any time... and demand compensation."

Silence. Heavy. Oppressive. Shay stood there, completely stunned.

’She caught... everything.’

A bead of cold sweat slid down her back. ’This... this isn’t normal.’

Aurora looked at her, her expression calm but cutting. "What was that?"

Her tone carried a sharp edge now. "You really thought I wouldn’t notice?"

Something inside Shay snapped.

Her fists clenched tightly as she shot to her feet, the chair scraping harshly against the floor.

Rage flooded her veins, hot and uncontrollable. Before she could think, her hand moved toward the table.

She was about to sweep everything off, plates, glasses, everything, but in that exact moment... Aurora moved faster.

With a swift motion, she grabbed the tablecloth and yanked it violently.

The dishes rattled, some tilting dangerously, a few clattering loudly but stopping just short of falling.

Shay froze mid-motion. Aurora’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"Don’t act crazy in front of me."

Her eyes burned with a dangerous light. "I’m not here to tolerate your tantrums."

A pause. Her lips curved slightly. "I can be far crazier than you."

With that, she turned. And walked away.

Shay stood there, unmoving. Watching her back. For the first time in a long while...she felt...shaken.

Not angry. Not calculating. But genuinely shaken. ’This... was a loss.’

Even after Aurora had long disappeared from sight, Shay remained standing there, her body stiff, her mind blank.

It took several minutes before she finally inhaled deeply and forced herself to move.

The Brown family mansion loomed large and silent, its vast halls echoing faintly with each step Shay took inside.

Waiting for her was her father. The moment he saw her, his face lit up with a forced, almost eager smile.

"What happened?"

He stepped forward slightly. "Did the princess have a bad day?"

He chuckled nervously. "How about we make it better..."

Smack. The sound echoed sharply. Shay’s hand had already struck his face.

His head snapped to the side. He froze. Completely. His eyes widened, his body trembling faintly.

She looked at him, her voice cold and flat. "Did I ask you to speak?"

He shook. Literally. Like a leaf caught in a storm.

"S-Sorry... I’m sorry... I was wrong ..."

Smack. Another slap. Harder this time. His cheek reddened instantly, but he didn’t dare resist.

Didn’t dare move. Her voice dropped further.

"You will not say a single word... until I allow it."

She turned away from him and walked toward the sofa, her steps slow but heavy with suppressed anger.

Sitting down, she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Her fingers moved to her temples, pressing gently as if trying to contain the storm inside her head.

The room was silent, except for her voice. "Go."

A pause. "Assemble all of them."

Her father didn’t hesitate. He rushed away immediately. Within minutes, he returned, followed by her brothers.

Jim. Tim. Remi.

They stood in a line, their postures stiff, their expressions uneasy.

Their names almost sounded like a rhyme, something she herself had once chosen, a twisted sense of control even in something as simple as identity.

To her, they weren’t brothers; they were tools. She slowly opened her eyes.

A smile appeared. Soft. Dangerous.

"What have you achieved... in the past few weeks?"

One by one, they began to speak. Tim swallowed nervously.

"I... I acquired two new businesses."

Jim quickly followed. "I ranked among the top hackers."

Remi straightened slightly. "I became one of the most sought-after eSports players."

She listened. Silently. Then, she chuckled. "Good."

A pause. "Now... pour me some wine."

Her father immediately rushed forward, his movements hurried and careful.

The faint clink of glass filled the air as he poured deep red wine into a crystal glass.

He handed it to her with both hands, his posture submissive.

She took it. Swirled it gently. Then spoke...

"I’ve done so much for this family."

Her voice was calm, but something dark lingered beneath. "All this wealth... all these achievements ..."

Her eyes moved across each of them. "They exist because of me."

A pause. "So tell me..."

Her gaze sharpened. "What have you done for me?"

Silence. No one answered. No one dared to. She laughed.

Then, without warning, she threw the glass.

It shattered against the floor, wine splashing across marble like spilled blood. "Nothing!"

Her voice rose, sharp and cutting. "You’ve done nothing for me!"

Her eyes swept across them, filled with fury. "How can you all be so ungrateful?"

Fear spread across their faces. Even her father looked terrified now.

He stepped forward slightly, his voice trembling. "Did... did your meeting with Aurora not go well?"

She let out a bitter laugh. "How could it go well?"

Her nails dug into her palm. "How could it... when I’m the only one putting in effort?"

Her voice rose, almost cracking with frustration. "From the moment I was born... this family relied on a system."

Her eyes darkened.

"A system that promised... as long as you catered to me... you would gain everything you desired."

A pause. Her lips curled. "But there was another rule... wasn’t there?"

Her gaze turned cold. "If you ever start to hate me..."

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You lose everything."

At first, the Brown family had treated it like a passing season... something temporary, something uncertain.

But then...things began to change.

Shay started smiling more around them.

Not the cold, distant smile she usually wore, but something softer... warmer.

And with that shift, their business began to grow, slowly at first, then rapidly, like a flood that couldn’t be stopped.

One company succeeded. Then another. Then ten more.

Within just twenty years, the Brown family rose to the very top, becoming the richest family in the entire nation.

It reached a point where...they didn’t just respect Shay. They worshipped her.

Even her brothers, who once lingered in her shadow, began achieving impossible feats.

Their success stacked one over another, each victory almost unnatural in its timing and scale.

And Shay herself? She was a prodigy. A renowned hypnotist. A genius with multiple degrees.

A woman whose presence alone could bend people’s will.

Yet...even after all that...she was told to go to high school.

To hide her identity. To act like a nobody. To suffer humiliation... rejection... pain.

And only after enduring all of it, she would reveal who she truly was.

And crush everyone. The moment she received that instruction...fear gripped her heart.

A rare, unfamiliar fear. ’Why... should I suffer?’

Without hesitation, she had gone to her parents, her voice tight, her emotions barely contained.

"I won’t do this."

But instead of arguing, they replaced her.

A girl who could pass as her. A substitute. A puppet. That was where Lily came in.

And Abby... Abby was something else entirely. A variable.

She had been brought into the mansion under a different pretense: that her "luck" was extraordinary. That if absorbed, it could elevate the Brown family even further.

So they kept her. Pampered her. Lied to her. Made her believe she was the real daughter.

All the while, they drained her luck. Piece by piece. Until there was nothing left.

And when she was empty... They threw her away. Lily stayed. Because she had a role to play.

A body double. A shadow of Shay. But now...everything was falling apart.

Shay sat in silence, her fingers pressing against her temples as a dull ache throbbed in her head.

"If this continues ..."

Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I’ll lose everything."

Then...a thought flashed across her mind. Her eyes slowly opened.

And a smile spread across her lips. Cold. Calculated.

"Oh, right... how could I forget about them... They have helped me till now; they should be able to do it again, right?"

After a quick call her mood improved and she laughed.

"Aurora... let’s see how you will escape now."

The next day...

Aurora walked into the university with a bored expression, her hands tucked casually into her pockets as the usual chatter of students buzzed around her.