Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 189: Love Child Ryan

Spencer and Aurora turned at the same time, eyes narrowing as a young man with slicked-back blond hair strolled toward them.

He looked around nineteen, handsome in a polished, showy way that screamed privilege.

Draped on his arm was a stunning woman with sleek black hair and sharp eyes, clinging to him like he was the sun itself.

The easygoing warmth on Spencer’s face vanished, replaced by a flicker of irritation.

His jaw tightened ever so slightly. Aurora leaned closer and whispered, "Do you know him?"

Spencer’s eyes lit up as if he just remembered to act. His shoulders slouched a bit, and he gave a small, sheepish nod.

"Yeah... that’s Ryan," he said softly, his voice completely different—quiet, unsure, almost afraid. "My father’s love child."

"Hello, Ryan." He called out in a meek voice.

Aurora blinked. That name sounded familiar. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked back at the arrogant boy. Love child?

But Spencer? Meek?

That didn’t add up.

The Spencer she knew was confident to the point of cocky.

He flirted like it was his job and strolled through life with all the charm and danger of a tiger in silk.

Seeing him act timid made her suspicious.

As if sensing her doubt, Spencer leaned in again, his voice lower, rough around the edges.

"When I was twelve," he began, eyes focused far away, "Ryan locked me in a cupboard for three days."

Aurora’s lips parted, stunned.

"I almost died," Spencer continued, his voice thin.

"When I was finally found, no one blamed him. He told them he ’rescued’ me. They believed him. He was praised."

Aurora’s fists clenched at her sides.

Spencer gave a faint smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

"He used to drop bugs into my food while I was eating. I developed an eating disorder because of it. Took me years to be able to eat without feeling sick."

He started listing things softly. Pushed down the stairs. Locked out during winter.

His favorite books destroyed. Constant lies that led to punishment. It was endless.

Aurora’s eyes dimmed with each word, her expression tightening in quiet anger.

She could feel the familiar swell of protectiveness rise in her chest, the kind she reserved only for those who had no one else.

Meanwhile, Ryan was completely unaware of the storm brewing in her.

He stared at Spencer with a raised brow, trying to make sense of the quiet, submissive act.

Was this the same Spencer who commanded boardrooms and coldly ignored him at home?

Who punished him for wearing the wrong tie at a family dinner?

It didn’t matter.

Ryan saw an opportunity. This was his chance to humiliate Spencer and finally get his revenge.

With a smug smile, Ryan sauntered forward.

"Yo, big brother," he drawled. "How about handing over the black card Father gave you? You won’t be needing it for long."

Spencer flinched slightly—on purpose.

Aurora’s eyes flashed.

"I can’t," Spencer mumbled. "If I give it to you, I won’t have any pocket money left..."

Ryan laughed loudly, genuinely amused.

"Pocket money?" he echoed.

’That card’s worth more than most people’s lives, and you’re calling it pocket money? This stupidly rich Spencer makes me jealous!’

Still, he kept his tone light.

"Come on. Be a good boy. Give it to me. Or... do you want me to beat it out of you?"

Spencer flinched again, this time stepping slightly behind Aurora.

Aurora, eyes cold, stepped forward protectively, shielding Spencer with her body.

"What more do you want?" she asked Ryan, her tone polite but with a deadly edge beneath it.

Ryan’s gaze shifted to her face—and stopped.

For a moment, he was stunned.

She was... gorgeous.

The type of woman you see once and never forget.

He smirked. "How about giving me your number instead?" he said smoothly.

"You’re wasting your time with Spencer. Come with me. I’ll take care of you better."

Aurora’s lips curled into a smile, but it was as cold as ice.

"You still haven’t answered my question," she said, tilting her head. "What exactly do you want?"

Ryan thought she was testing him. Trying to gauge his power.

He chuckled. "Fine. You want the truth?" He gestured to Spencer.

"Once I have that black card, I’ll take over the company officially. Father’s been leaning toward it anyway. And if I’m feeling nice, maybe I’ll let Spencer live on the street instead of a ditch."

The woman on his arm giggled and clung to him tighter.

"That’s so bold, Ryan. You’re amazing," she cooed.

Then she turned to Aurora and added sweetly, frёewebηovel.cѳm

"It’s your lucky day. You’ve got a golden opportunity. You really should grab it while you can."

Aurora’s expression didn’t change. "Thanks," she said, "but I’ll have to decline."

Ryan’s face darkened.

"I’d suggest you reconsider," he said, a warning creeping into his voice.

"You don’t know who you’re messing with. The consequences won’t be good."

He turned toward the saleswoman, who was watching nervously from the side.

"If this girl dares to reject me," he said loudly, "kick her out of the store."

The saleswoman flinched, unsure.

Aurora’s expression remained calm, but Spencer could see the way her jaw tightened.

She stepped closer to Ryan, her posture loose but commanding.

"You think you can buy people with threats and money?" she asked quietly. "Is that what your charm boils down to?"

Ryan blinked. "What are you—"

"You think I’d leave someone I care about just because you waved a few zeroes in my face?" she said, her voice icy. "That’s pathetic."

She turned to the saleswoman. "If anyone’s getting kicked out of here today, it’s not me."

The saleswoman glanced nervously at Spencer, who stood there silently, still playing the role of the meek victim.

But his eyes... were gleaming with pride.

Aurora wasn’t just defending him—she was choosing him.

And Ryan... well, Ryan just made a powerful enemy.

Aurora smiled once more at Ryan, this time without warmth. "Next time, try impressing someone without using Daddy’s money."

Ryan’s expression twisted with fury.

"Kick her out."