Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 531: Olivia’s Dream

Spencer gave a soft, almost amused laugh.

"I am destined to protect you in every lifetime."

Then he walked away.

Aurora watched him leave, unable to stop herself from sulking.

Left alone, she began searching for a place to live. She had no intention of returning to her stepmother and father.

Yet before she could find anything, Spencer had already arranged everything for her.

She ended up living somewhere safe.

Comfortable.

But never truly at peace.

She knew her biological father was hunting for her, that danger followed closely behind. So she kept running, kept hiding, kept surviving.

The dream shifted rapidly.

She saw herself struggling to learn languages, memorizing unfamiliar alphabets late into the night.

She saw endless hours spent mastering hacking skills, teaching herself because there was no one else to rely on.

There were also blurred fragments she could not fully recall, shadows of memories just out of reach.

When Aurora finally woke, tears were already streaming down her face.

She sat upright with a jolt, her heart pounding violently in her chest.

Wiping her cheeks, she whispered into the darkness,

"How... was that possible?"

Why had she forgotten that dream she saw while she was in a coma?

Aurora sat upright on her bed, the faint morning light slipping through the curtains and brushing against her face.

The air felt unusually heavy, as if the room itself were pressing down on her chest. She could still recall fragments of that strange world, flashes of cold metallic corridors and glowing screens, yet everything else felt blurred, like ink washed away by rain.

And Spencer...

The Spencer in that dream.

The Spencer in reality.

They were vastly different.

The dream version of Spencer had been distant, composed, almost untouchable, like someone standing far above the world, while the real Spencer, her Spencer, was warm, stubborn, sometimes annoyingly protective, and always by her side.

Yet there was one thing that was the same.

Both of them loved her.

That realization made Aurora clutch the blanket unconsciously.

It felt as though someone had reached inside her chest and pulled away a small but irreplaceable piece.

’I’m forgetting something,’ she thought, her brows knitting together. ’Something very important.’

But no matter how hard she tried to grasp it, the memory slipped away like sand between her fingers.

Finally, she let out a long breath.

"For now... don’t think about it," she murmured to herself.

Instead, she grabbed her phone and quickly sent Spencer a series of messages.

’I had a really bad dream.’

’I’m missing you a lot right now.’

The reply came almost instantly.

’I’m free. Do you want to video call?’

Aurora did not hesitate for even a second. She called him.

The moment Spencer’s face appeared on the screen, Aurora’s eyes filled with tears.

"I realize my mistake," she said quietly.

Spencer’s expression softened immediately.

This was the reason he had ignored her calls earlier.

He had been angry, yes, but more than that, he had been afraid, afraid that if he saw her, he would give in too easily.

But now, looking at her, he could tell something was wrong.

There was no mischievous smile.

No playful glint in her eyes.

Instead, there was a strange stillness in her expression, as if she had seen something dreadful and had not yet recovered from it.

"Was it that bad?" he asked gently.

Aurora nodded faintly and let out a tired sigh.

"I’ll take care of myself. So stop worrying so much," she muttered.

Spencer frowned slightly.

"Take care of yourself? You’re telling me that after scaring me like that? From now on, no reckless moves. Eat properly. Sleep properly. And absolutely no hacking dangerous networks."

His voice turned into a familiar stream of nagging.

Aurora listened, her lips slowly curving into a small smile.

The normalcy of it calmed her.

...........

While Aurora was talking peacefully with her boyfriend, someone else was trapped in a nightmare.

Olivia.

Olivia was asleep when the dream came.

In it, Aurora was completely alone.

She had grown into someone who lied about everything, about her identity, her past, even about who she was.

She pretended to be the daughter of a powerful, wealthy family, weaving lies upon lies until she dared to impersonate the real heiress.

But the deception did not last.

Her lies were exposed.

And in the end...

Aurora died.

She slipped from the top of a staircase, her body falling helplessly before crashing onto the ground below.

The sound echoed endlessly.

Olivia woke up abruptly, her entire body trembling. Anxiety surged through her veins like ice water.

"This was a dream... this was just a dream," she whispered repeatedly, trying to steady her breathing.

Her hands were shaking as she wiped away the cold sweat covering her forehead. Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and dialed a number.

The call connected.

"What’s the progress now?" she demanded.

From the other end, a calm voice responded, "There has been movement on our side. A woman named Shay has taken action."

Olivia’s eyes turned cold.

"If that’s the case," she said slowly, "then this Shay needs to pay the price."

She hung up.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the drawer beside her bed and pulled out a bottle of pills. One by one, she swallowed them, forcing herself to calm down.

Only after her heartbeat returned to normal did she lie back against the mattress, staring blankly at the ceiling.

It had been a long time since she started having these dreams.

A very long time.

Maybe since she was eighteen.

Or perhaps even earlier, when she was sixteen.

She did not know.

She only knew one thing.

Before Aurora fell into a coma, the dreams had already begun.

That was when Olivia’s concern for Aurora had first appeared.

Slowly, that concern had twisted into something deeper, something heavier, into constant anxiety.

Whenever Aurora’s life seemed even slightly at risk, Olivia felt as if death itself were standing just behind her.

As if, at any moment, she might lose Aurora forever.

And that...

That was something Olivia could never bear.

The next morning, Olivia woke up earlier than usual.

A faint chill lingered in the air, and the smell of soaked rice and fresh vegetables slowly began to spread through the kitchen as she started preparing breakfast.

Today, she had made a decision.

She would drop hints to Aurora.

Not directly. Not bluntly. But in a way Aurora could understand.

’She is a hacker... a prodigy who could read data like emotions,’ Olivia thought while stirring the pan, the soft crackling sound of oil filling the room.

’If anyone can sense what I am trying to say, it will be her.’

After all, someone who could become a hacker at seventeen must understand more than just machines. They must understand intent.

Olivia continued cooking, moving with unusual focus. The aroma of butter, toasted bread, and spices gradually filled the house, warm and inviting.

When she finally laid the dishes out on the dining table, it looked like a feast.

One by one, the family members gathered.

The moment they realized Olivia had cooked everything, they stopped in their tracks.

It was not that Olivia did not know how to cook.

On the contrary, her cooking was excellent.

But she only cooked occasionally, and most of the time she avoided the kitchen as if it were a battlefield she did not wish to enter.

Yet today, she had prepared breakfast herself.

Mary raised an eyebrow and looked at her suspiciously.

"What does Olivia want from us today? Why this sudden feast?"

Olivia only laughed softly and took her seat.

"I interviewed a reporter yesterday," she said casually. "It left my hands shaking, so I thought cooking might calm me down."

Adriana tilted her head curiously. "What kind of interview?"

Olivia had been waiting for this moment.

She placed her cup down slowly, as if choosing her words carefully.

"I recently came across some heartbreaking... yet strange news," she began. "There was a girl who impersonated the identity of a rich man’s daughter."

The moment those words left her mouth, Aurora paused mid-motion.

Their eyes met.

Aurora blinked, then narrowed her gaze slightly.

’Is she really going to say what I think she is saying?’

Aurora wondered. ’Why does it feel like everyone suddenly started following some kind of script?’

She did not interrupt. She simply watched.

Olivia, noticing she now had Aurora’s full attention, continued.

"That girl kept lying to her classmates," Olivia said. "She even bullied others to maintain her fake identity."

Adriana frowned immediately.

"That’s misconduct. Someone like that should be punished."

Olivia reacted almost defensively.

"But the strange part is... the real daughter never revealed her own identity," she said. "Instead, she kept questioning the impersonator again and again, even while being mistreated."

She paused deliberately.

"Isn’t that odd? Why would the real heiress allow herself to be trampled like that? It almost seemed as if... she wanted to be impersonated."