Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 453: Real Identity Of Olivia

Olivia cleared her throat softly when she noticed everyone’s gaze locked on her. Their eyes held curiosity, worry, and a faint spark of hope that made her chest feel strangely heavy.

"I’ll tell you everything," she said quietly.

The room fell into a deeper silence. Even Lucas finally put his phone face down.

Olivia leaned back in her chair, eyes drifting for a moment as if she was rewinding her own life.

"It started the day I confronted Mrs. Lancaster," she began. "That day, I realized just how powerless I really was."

Her lips curled bitterly at the memory.

"I shouted, I argued, I begged for justice... and she looked at me like I was an annoying fly. In her eyes, I was nothing. No matter how right I was, I couldn’t do anything. That feeling... of being completely helpless... stuck with me. It crushed my pride."

She paused, fingers curling lightly on her knees.

"That day gave me a lesson I’ll never forget. Without power, confronting people like her is useless. You can scream all you want... but they’ll just turn away."

Sometimes a crushing blow can indeed help many to awaken from their dreams.

"So," Olivia continued, "I decided I would never let that happen again. I decided I would gain power. Real power."

Her gaze sharpened.

"My first thought was simple: most power is centralized in the government’s hands. Big families might ignore the police... but they don’t ignore the tax department. At first, I wanted to get into taxation and financial investigation. But then I realized something important."

She exhaled slowly.

"To reach that level in the tax department, I’d need to take a very long route. Years of exams, training, climbing ranks... and before I got there, the Lancasters would have already erased or hidden everything. They’d block me at every step if they found out."

She tilted her head slightly.

"So, I changed my route." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Everyone listened quietly. Even Theodore, who usually got distracted halfway through serious talks, was focused on her.

"I shifted toward cybersecurity," Olivia said. "I realized that the world was going digital. Money, chats, calls, secrets... almost everything leaves traces in devices and networks."

She gave a faint smile.

"At first, I was just looking for a breakthrough... something that would give me both advancement and real leverage. Something that would let me stand in a position where I wasn’t just blowing a whistle in the dark... but could actually hold people accountable."

She glanced at Aurora. "That’s when an opportunity came."

She crossed her arms lightly.

"I was recruited into a police unit focused on digital crime. From the outside, it looks like a small unit. People think it’s just desk work, chasing hackers, handling online fraud. But in reality, it’s one of the fastest-rising branches in law enforcement."

Her voice lowered.

"Once I joined, I realized how terrifyingly powerful it actually was. With proper authorization and orders, we had access to almost everything... servers, personal devices, cloud backups. Not illegally, but legally. We could request data, trace messages, recover deleted files, and monitor suspicious transactions."

She gave a humorless chuckle.

"And suddenly... my revenge became very simple."

No one spoke.

"I got authorization to monitor certain targets under the pretext of financial monitoring and cyber safety," Olivia said casually. "Among those targets... were members of the Lancaster family."

Aurora’s eyes widened. ’She’s been planning this for so long...’

"Sometimes," Olivia continued, "I didn’t even need to do much. Their own arrogance exposed them. Chats, emails, backup files, cloud recordings... It was all there, waiting to be found. I gathered and sorted everything. Bit by bit, I built a complete case against them."

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Right now, I have enough evidence to bury the Lancaster family in legal trouble. Fraud, tax evasion, exploitation, harassment, illegal transactions... It’s all there."

"Then why haven’t you crushed them already?" Theodore blurted out, unable to hold it back.

Olivia’s lips curled into a cold smile. "Because I’m waiting."

"Waiting for what?" Adriana asked.

"For them to stand up again," Olivia replied. "To clean their image. To think they’ve escaped everything. I want them to feel stable, confident... and then I’ll tear it all down. I want them to understand what true helplessness feels like."

Her voice was calm, but there was steel underneath.

"When I confronted Mrs. Lancaster that day, my pride was shattered. I had nothing to rely on. I looked pathetic, even to myself. I used to act dumb sometimes, pretend to be clueless, pretend to be a harmless ’green tea’ girl just to slip out of situations."

She shook her head.

"But after joining the unit, I changed. I stopped using those tricks for selfish things. Now, I only use such tactics when it’s for justice. Otherwise, I don’t pretend at all."

Her eyes darkened.

"As for the Lancasters... yes, I hate them. But more than hate, I want them to experience what I felt when I stood in front of them and begged for justice they never intended to give."

The room was heavy with silence.

Aurora stared at her sister, her heart swelling with a complicated mix of pride and ache. ’In the original story... no one ever knew this side of her.’

In the original novel, Olivia had been nothing more than a villainess... a hateful supporting character in Mateo and Eleanor’s story, a woman destined to get a crushing and humiliating end. No one knew about her scars. No one knew the hands that had constantly shoved her into the dirt... Rose, Natalia, their cronies, and even her first crush.

She had been bullied repeatedly, dragged down again and again. With no one to stand for her, no system to support her, she eventually chose the dark path.

She had begged for justice over and over, but it never came. So she grabbed power the only way she knew... through twisted, underhanded methods.

And it killed her.

’But this time... it’s different.’ Aurora thought.

In this life, Olivia had broken those shackles. Maybe it was because Adam had finally gotten a decent job, one that provided stability and enough money. That new security had given Olivia space to breathe... space to take a longer path without fear of starving halfway.

In the original story, Olivia never had that luxury. She didn’t have the mental bandwidth to wait or to grind. She wanted quick results. Fast revenge. Instant justice.

This time, though, she had watched Adam work hard for thirty years, barely paid, and still standing. And finally, he’d been rewarded with a stable, well-paid job.

From him, Olivia had learned something vital.

Hard work might be slow, but it pays off.

She chose a slower, steadier path. Every day, she pushed a little. Every day, she showed up. Every day, she collected something... knowledge, evidence, influence.

And Aurora respected her deeply for it.

Adriana broke the silence with a playful grin. "So, let me get this straight," she said. "Aurora is a hacker, Olivia is a police officer... if tomorrow Mom suddenly tells me she’s a famous fashion designer, I won’t even question it."

Everyone burst into laughter.

They all knew Adriana was teasing them for hiding their identities so well.

Olivia laughed too, shoulders relaxing.

Adriana then asked, genuinely curious, "But what about your painting? Wasn’t that your dream?"

Olivia shrugged lightly. "Aurora gifted me a studio," she said. "At first, I planned to use it only as a side hustle. Something I could do on weekends."

Then she smiled, a softer one this time.

"But the more I painted there, the more I realized... I really love it. Even if it’s still a side job, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop painting. Maybe when I retire from the unit, I’ll become a full-time painter. Or even better, I’ll create a secret identity, gain fame quietly, and then someday reveal it dramatically just to shock people."

Adriana rolled her eyes. "You’re still so dramatic," she muttered. "Flimsy woman."

But her eyes were fond.

Then she turned to Aurora, blinking meaningfully. "So... what about me? What are you planning for me, oh mysterious sister?"

Adriana had long noticed Aurora sneaking around, whispering over phone calls, making arrangements she wouldn’t explain. And lately, she had the feeling it all pointed back to her.

Aurora chuckled. "You’ll get your answer on your birthday," she said.

Adriana pouted immediately. "You’re so secretive..."

Before Aurora could say anything more, Theodore shot up from his seat. "Hey! That’s biased!" he protested. "How can you only prepare something for Adriana and not your brothers?"

Lucas slowly turned toward him with a deadpan expression. "Is this how I raised you?"

Theodore froze.

He shivered and spun toward Aurora at once. "I was just joking! Really! You don’t have to take it seriously!" he said, making a face uglier than crying.

Aurora burst out laughing at his exaggerated regret.

The truth was, she had already done a lot for each of them, quietly, without fanfare.