Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 184: Fight

Aurora moved to the sink, turned on the tap, and let the cool water run over her hands, the sensation oddly grounding.

She was reaching for a paper towel when the door behind her creaked open.

The soft, unmistakable click of a lock sliding into place echoed ominously across the empty space.

Aurora’s eyes flickered to the mirror. Reflected behind her were Diana and her usual entourage — three girls dressed in coordinated arrogance, their expressions ranging from smug to predatory.

Aurora calmly dried her hands, not deigning to give them anything more than a raised eyebrow before she turned toward the door, intent on leaving.

Before she could reach the handle, one of Diana’s minions — a tall, wiry girl with a face full of sharp edges — stepped in front of her, barring the way with an outstretched arm.

Aurora stopped short.

Her expression remained unreadable as she looked down at the offending limb, then back up at the girl’s face with glacial patience.

"Move," Aurora said, her voice low and even, carrying the unmistakable weight of a warning.

The girl wavered for a second but held her ground, emboldened by Diana’s presence.

Behind her, Diana crossed her arms, a slow, venomous smile unfurling across her lips.

"Did you really think I was going to let you waltz out of here after what you did?" Diana said, her voice dripping with derision.

Aurora turned to face her fully now, head tilted slightly in cool curiosity.

"I wasn’t aware asking for my assigned seat was such a crime," Aurora replied, her tone so composed it bordered on detached amusement.

"You’ll have to forgive me — my memory tends to blur when the offenses are so trivial."

A flicker of fury lit in Diana’s eyes.

"You little b*tch," Diana snapped, stepping closer, her heels clicking sharply against the tiles.

"Who do you even think you are? Walking in here like you belong? Sitting with Spencer like you’re—"

She broke off with a contemptuous laugh, raking Aurora up and down with a look of pure disdain.

"You’re nothing but a poor, desperate sl*t," Diana sneered, her voice rising, full of venom.

"Thinking you can spread your legs and get a seat at our table? Hoping Spencer will look at you twice? Pathetic."

Aurora’s face remained impassive, unbothered by the torrent of insults hurled at her.

Then, with a soft, almost pitying smile, Aurora spoke.

"I see," she said, her voice cutting through the tension with surgical precision.

"You’re not angry because I sat with Spencer. You’re angry because he let me. But you know what is more interesting?

Even if I am a desperate sl*t, at least Spencer wants me, what about you? He isn’t even ready to spare a single glance for you."

Diana’s face twisted into something ugly,

"Girls! Teach her a lesson for me!"

Aurora’s eyes sharpened. She shifted her weight, the casual posture she had maintained until now vanishing like mist.

The first girl reached for her arm, but Aurora sidestepped neatly, pivoting with feline grace.

With a swift, practiced movement, she caught the girl by the wrist, twisted, and sent her stumbling into the sinks with a loud, graceless thud.

Before the second could react, Aurora spun and delivered a sharp, calculated elbow to her ribs, causing the girl to double over with a choked gasp.

The third hesitated for a fraction of a second too long, and Aurora used that hesitation mercilessly.

She kicked the girl’s legs out from under her, sending her sprawling to the cold tile floor with a muffled shriek.

Three down in less than ten seconds.

Aurora exhaled slowly, rolling her shoulders back, her movements fluid and unhurried, as if she hadn’t just dismantled a trio of would-be attackers without breaking a sweat.

Diana, incensed beyond reason, let out an incoherent scream and launched herself at Aurora.

But rage, Aurora knew, made people sloppy.

She waited until Diana was nearly upon her, then ducked low, grabbed the other girl by the arm, and, with a simple twist of momentum, flipped Diana cleanly over her shoulder.

Diana landed hard on the floor, the impact echoing harshly through the washroom.

Diana groaned, her hair a wild, tangled mess around her furious face as she scrambled up, trembling with anger and humiliation.

"You—you’re dead!" she spat, pointing a trembling, manicured finger at Aurora.

"I swear to God, you are going to be expelled! Today!"

Aurora, utterly unruffled, merely smiled — the slow, dangerous kind of smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"By all means," she said, her voice soft but laced with iron. "Go ahead."

From the pocket of her jacket, she produced her phone, casually twirling it between her fingers before holding it up, screen facing Diana.

"You see," Aurora continued, her tone maddeningly calm,

"I thought you might try something... uninspired. So I recorded everything."

The color drained from Diana’s face as realization dawned.

So that was why Aurora had such a fearless expression?

B*tch!

This sl*t had planned her exit all along.

Aurora gave a little, mocking wave with the phone before slipping it back into her pocket.

"Feel free to drag the principal into this," Aurora added lightly, straightening her jacket as if preparing for a lunch date rather than walking away from a fight.

"I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear how you locked me in a bathroom and called me a sl*t."

With a final, pointed look that sent a clear message — you just lost — Aurora turned on her heel and walked out, her steps unhurried, almost languid, as if she hadn’t a single care in the world.

Behind her, the washroom was filled with the sound of Diana’s muffled shriek of rage.

"B*tch, just you wait! I will take my revenge!"

............

After the classes were over, Aurora was about to leave when Spencer held her hand and said,

"Where are you going? We still have a group project to discuss."

Aurora sat down.

Betsy, Luca, Dana, and Mia gathered around them, too.

Just as they were going to begin the discussion, a voice would call out,

"Spencer!"

Diana approached with the air of a wounded martyr, her steps dramatic, her arm cradled against her body.

The faint bruises blooming on her skin were displayed prominently, as if they were badges of honor rather than signs of defeat.

Spencer looked up at her, one eyebrow arching in mild surprise.

"Spencer," Diana said, her voice quivering just enough to sound pitiable, "look what she did to me."

She pointed a trembling finger at Aurora, who lounged in her seat with the easy grace of someone who had absolutely no regrets.

"She beat me up — us! And for no reason! You have to take a stand! You can’t just let her get away with this!"

Spencer’s brow furrowed. He shifted his gaze from Diana’s bruised arm to Aurora’s composed figure.

His expression was unreadable as he asked, voice low, "Aurora... is that true?"

Aurora gave a light, almost musical chuckle, leaning back in her chair as she rested her chin on her hand.

"And if it is?" she mused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Are you planning to avenge her?"

There was a brief, charged silence.

Everyone’s attention was locked on the two of them, the tension as taut as a drawn bowstring.

Spencer’s lips pressed into a thin line. He repeated, quietly but firmly, "Aurora. Answer me. Did you?"

Aurora’s smile slipped. Her amusement cooled into something sharp and brittle.

Her hands curled into fists on her lap, and after a long, simmering moment, she hissed through gritted teeth, "I did."

Spencer clicked his tongue softly in disapproval, the sound more disappointed than angry.

"Show me your hands," he said.

Aurora stiffened.

"No."

"Aurora," Spencer said, and this time there was no room for argument in his voice.

Reluctantly, she extended her hands, palms facing down.

Spencer gently but insistently took them, turning them over to reveal the angry redness blossoming across her skin — clear proof of the force she had exerted earlier.

His thumb brushed lightly over the marks, and his expression darkened.

"You idiot," he muttered under his breath.

"Next time something like this happens, call me. Don’t handle it alone. I can’t bear to see you hurt."

The room fell into stunned silence.

Betsy’s mouth dropped open. Luca exchanged a wide-eyed glance with Mia.

Even Dana, who normally found a way to joke about anything, was rendered speechless.

Diana, on the other hand, looked as if she had been slapped.

"I’m the one who’s hurt!" she cried, fury thickening every syllable. "Why are you worried about her?"

Spencer released Aurora’s hands with a sigh and leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady and unbothered.

"Because I know Aurora," he said simply.

He turned his attention fully to Diana, his voice patient but edged with steel.

"If no one provokes her, she wouldn’t even lift a finger. You must have done something pretty nasty to push her this far."