Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 460: Lawsuit

Her real family. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The ones who replaced her at birth and pretended she drowned. The ones who crushed every dream she had.

Her chest tightened with a familiar fury. ’They thought I was finished. They thought I would never rise again.’

She inhaled deeply, reminding herself that survival demanded selfishness.

’If I am not selfish, I won’t live long enough to take back what they stole.’

Meanwhile, in a brightly lit office across town, Milo sat at his desk surrounded by reports and a faint scent of coffee lingering from the mug beside him.

His phone buzzed quietly, and an email notification slid across the screen.

The moment Milo’s eyes landed on the subject line, his expression changed entirely.

A thin shiver crawled up his arms as he leaned closer to the screen, barely able to swallow the dryness gathering in his throat.

The content described a mistake he had committed during his teenage years... a mistake he had buried deep inside his memory, believing it would remain hidden forever.

’No... how could anyone know about this? Who dug this up?’

His heartbeat hammered wildly as the words on the screen seemed to glare back at him like accusing eyes.

His first instinct was to demand who the sender was, to shout through the keyboard and force an answer out of the stranger, but another thought flashed across his mind... the earlier blackmail email. The timing, the threat, the tone... all of it felt too familiar.

"It must be the same person," he muttered, panic tightening the muscles along his back.

Without taking another breath, he typed furiously,

"Why are you blackmailing me again? You’re the one who backed out of the meeting last time. Now you send material again to blackmail me? What do you want?"

He sent the message before he could regret it, and then he simply stared at the email content in front of him, his skin prickling with dread. It was about the necklace.

The pendant that belonged to his aunt. The one he had stolen. The one he had sold. The one he had blamed on Adam.

’If anyone learns about this... If mother learns... If Adam learns...’

He pressed a palm to his forehead, trying to stop the sudden spinning sensation.

His stomach twisted tightly. Adam had been thrown out of the house because of that accusation. Adam had been forced to endure the wrath of their so-called real family, while Milo walked away untouched.

’Could Adam be the one behind this? Is he finally retaliating?’

But another thought snapped him out of the assumption. If Adam had known this all along, he wouldn’t have waited. He would have used it against Milo the moment they met in the restaurant.

Suspicion slowly darkened his mind. So who is this? Who knows? Who would dare?

He scanned the words again and noticed that although the content was damning, it was still just a typed message. No documents. No photographs. Nothing that could legally convict him.

If this reaches Adam, yes, he would believe it... but would anyone else? Would Mother?

If it reached his mother, she would retaliate. She would punish him harshly. She might even refuse to hand over the evidence he had been begging for. That thought alone filled him with nauseating dread.

A sudden notification popped up. A reply.

His heartbeat thudded loudly in his ears as he clicked it open.

"If you don’t want this forwarded to Adam, prepare fifty thousand dollars."

"Fifty thousand!?" Milo gasped, pushing his chair back so suddenly it scraped harshly against the floor. His breath stuttered. "How am I supposed to get that much? Who is this person?"

His hands trembled as he typed back, "This is ridiculous. It’s just written content. Adam won’t believe it."

He stared at the screen, tapping his foot nervously until the reply landed.

"Adam will believe it. He was the victim."

The words felt like a slap. Milo shut his eyes for a second and breathed through his panic.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he typed again,

"Fifty thousand is too much. I can’t transfer that. Give me the account number. I have ten thousand on hand. I’ll send that now and the rest later."

But inside his mind, another plan formed... a much darker one.

’Once I get the account number, I’ll ask Maroon. He knows hacking. He’ll find the owner. And once I do, that person will pay. I’ll crush him for daring to touch me.’

His palms were sweating as he waited for the response. It came surprisingly quickly.

An account number. And a simple message.

"If the remaining forty thousand doesn’t arrive by the end of the month, the email goes to Adam."

Milo felt cold. His chest tightened painfully, but he forced his trembling fingers to transfer the ten thousand. Sweat gathered on his temples as he clicked confirm.

The money was gone.

He grabbed his coat and rushed out of the office, practically running down the hallway until he reached a door with a peeling nameplate.

Maroon.

The moment Milo entered, Maroon raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? You look like you’ve seen a ghost."

His tone was casual, but Milo and Maroon shared a long acquaintance, enough that Milo stumbled forward breathlessly. "I need help. Right now. Please."

Maroon sighed sharply, but he motioned for him to continue. Milo explained everything... the emails, the threat, the money, the necklace. Every sentence felt like acid burning his throat, but he pushed through it.

When he finished, Maroon started typing rapidly. The soft click of keys filled the room as the smell of old electronics and faint dust filled Milo’s nostrils.

After several minutes, Maroon frowned deeply and turned the screen toward Milo.

"This is weird. The account name shows up as... ’I don’t care.’ That’s impossible. Banks don’t allow names like this."

Milo felt a chill slither along his spine.

Maroon continued, "Only a hacker could obscure a real name like this. Whoever you’re dealing with is dangerous. Really dangerous."

Milo’s suspicion that Adam was behind this evaporated instantly.

’Adam isn’t a hacker. He wouldn’t do this. So who... who is trying to destroy me?’

Meanwhile, across the city, Adam leaned back in his chair and watched a new notification flash across his banking app. Ten thousand dollars.

He smiled.

Then he reached for a second phone on speaker. The name on the screen glowed warmly: Aurora.

"Milo transferred ten thousand," Adam said with quiet satisfaction. The pride in his voice softened his tone. He paused, then asked, "Are you sure he can’t trace the account to us?"

Aurora laughed lightly, her voice bright. "Of course not. How could I let my father get caught when he’s doing something so brave?"

Adam’s chest warmed. "I never knew my daughter was so capable..."

Aurora chuckled again. "Then you never truly looked, Father."

Adam hesitated for a heartbeat, then said, "Tonight, I need all the siblings to gather in the living room. You’re in charge of telling them."

"I will," Aurora replied.

Night fell, casting calm shadows over the house. One by one, Adriana, Olivia, Theodore, Alex, Lucas, and Aurora gathered in the living room.

When Adam and Mary walked in, the siblings straightened immediately. Their eyes searched Adam’s expression for signs.... fearful, hopeful, cautious.

Adam stood before them and breathed deeply. "I have filed the case," he said firmly. "I already secured a lawyer. You no longer need to worry."

Relief washed through the room like a warm tide.

"But before anything else," he continued, "there is something I must address first. Gratitude."

He bowed deeply.

The siblings jolted, confusion rushing through their expressions.

"Thank you," Adam said, voice trembling despite its strength.

"I don’t know what I would have done without you. My own parents and relatives kept blackmailing me. I would have stayed silent forever out of fear that your futures would be damaged. But you... you took a leap of faith. You investigated behind our backs. Because of you, I am finally free."

He bowed again.

The siblings’ faces reddened with embarrassment, and Olivia stood quickly. "Dad, what’s going on? Why are you bowing?"

Adam straightened slowly. His gaze softened as he looked at each of his children. "There is something I never told you... about my family and Mary’s family."

The room grew still.

Adam continued, "We both come from half-Asian families. Mary’s mother was Asian. My father was Asian. Our parents valued studies above everything else. A small flaw in our performance made us feel worthless."

Mary squeezed his hand gently.

"When they realized we couldn’t meet their expectations," Adam said quietly, "they kicked us out."

Silence settled, heavy and sharp.

"It took us years to escape those toxic households," he added. "Mary married a stranger. I had to drop out of my favorite studies. We lost so much. But eventually... we found each other. And we found you."

Mary’s eyes softened with pride and sorrow.

"I am grateful we never gave up. And I hope you never give up either."

The siblings watched him with wide eyes, a deeper understanding softening their hearts.