Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 183: Aiden’s Interest

Mia laughed under her breath. "If you were anyone else, I’d say yes. But something tells me you’re not the type to bow to anyone — even the Four Crowns."

Aurora smiled. She wasn’t interested in any of that sh*t. For her, surviving was more important.

"Aurora, if you ever want to go for any of them, just go for Spencer. Nash, Diana, and Aiden had slept with half of the high school. And by half of the school, I mean some of the teachers too." Mia said with a smirk.

Aurora’s eyes widened.

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"Spencer is just so much better! He has never even held hands with any of the girls. He is too pure and innocent!"

Aurora rolled her eyes and changed the subject,

"Where were these clowns before? Why did they decide to attend the school today?"

"Oh, all three of them were suspended," Mia said as if it as a matter of fact.

Aurora blinked, thrown for a moment. "Suspended? All three of them? What for?"

Mia shrugged, twirling a strand of her hair between two fingers.

"No one really knows the full story. The school buried it fast, probably to avoid scandal. But the rumors... well, they say it had something to do with a party that got wildly out of control. Property damage, underage drinking, a few bruised egos — the works."

She leaned in conspiratorially.

"Some even whisper it was worse. That there was a fight — a serious one. Nash apparently broke someone’s arm."

Aurora’s brows knitted together. "And yet they’re still the so-called Four Crowns?"

Mia gave a soft, sardonic laugh.

"Power forgives a multitude of sins. Here, if your family’s rich enough, famous enough, influential enough — you could burn down the school, and they’d build you a better one."

Aurora didn’t doubt it.

She had seen enough of the world’s hypocrisy to know it wasn’t limited to the adult world. It started young — incubated in places exactly like this.

Just then, Aiden turned toward Aurora and whistled,

"Beauty, have we met before?"

Aurora lifted her gaze, meeting Aiden’s playful smirk with an expression so flat it could have been carved from stone.

"No," she said coolly, her tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. "And I doubt you’re memorable enough for it to matter."

A few students who were close enough to overhear choked back laughter, while others exchanged wide-eyed glances. No one — absolutely no one — spoke to Aiden Strom that way.

For a moment, a flicker of surprise crossed Aiden’s face.

Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he threw his head back and laughed — a rich, unapologetic sound that seemed to vibrate through the room.

"Feisty," he mused, grinning at her like she was the most interesting thing he’d seen all day. "I like it."

Aurora arched a brow, unimpressed. "Good for you."

Mia, beside her, looked like she was about to either faint or burst into applause.

Aiden was about to retort when Spencer, without lifting his eyes from his notebook, said lazily, "Find someone else to annoy, Aiden."

The redhead shot his friend a sideways glance, an unspoken conversation crackling between them.

But ultimately, Aiden just smirked again and gave a little mock bow toward Aurora. "I’ll be around, Beauty. Don’t miss me too much."

He sauntered off to the back of the classroom, dropping into a seat like a king taking his throne.

Of course, Diana had followed him. God knows what he had said to her, that she forgot about Spencer.

Aurora sat down and checked her phone when Spencer’s voice echoed near her ear,

"Aurora, I swear, I never had any fiancé."

"Doesn’t matter to me," Aurora said calmly, but her heart leapt in joy for an unknown reason.

Spencer smirked, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in a way that suggested he found her reaction, or lack thereof, thoroughly entertaining.

"Good," he said, his voice low and effortlessly self-assured. "Because if I had, she’d have been history the moment you walked in."

Aurora tilted her head, studying him with an expression that bordered on incredulous amusement. "Is that your idea of a compliment?"

Spencer shrugged, the movement lazy, almost feline. "Just stating a fact."

Mia, who had been shamelessly eavesdropping under the pretense of texting, gave Aurora a look that screamed, Are you hearing this?

Aurora resisted the urge to roll her eyes again.

Instead, she slipped her phone back into her pocket and leaned back in her chair, maintaining a calm exterior even as her pulse betrayed her with its sudden quickening.

"You really don’t have to try so hard," she said, a slight, dry smile tugging at her lips. "I’m immune to charm — even the expensive kind."

For a fraction of a second, something flickered across Spencer’s face — intrigue, maybe, or approval — before it smoothed back into his usual nonchalance.

"We’ll see," he said simply, as if it were a promise.

Before Aurora could come up with a suitably cutting reply, Mrs. Harrow cleared her throat pointedly at the front of the room.

"If you all are finished acting like you’re at a cocktail party," she said, her tone sharp enough to cut glass, "I’d like to begin explaining the parameters of your project."

The class sat straightened with varying degrees of guilt and boredom.

Aurora shifted her focus to the board as Mrs. Harrow began outlining the project.

Yet, she couldn’t ignore the way Spencer’s gaze lingered on her — steady, assessing, almost predatory.

It should have unnerved her.

Instead, for reasons she couldn’t even begin to explain, it made her spine straighten and her blood hum with a strange, electric anticipation.

As the heavy clang of the bell echoed through the hallways, signaling the start of break, the classroom stirred to life.

Students gathered their belongings and filtered out in small, animated groups.

Aurora stood, stretched her arms discreetly, and made her way toward the washroom, needing a moment to herself away from the buzzing chaos.

Inside, the washroom was quiet, the fluorescent lights casting a cold, sterile glow across the white tiles.