Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 537: Engagement

The more she spoke, the more Mia’s heart ached.

Aurora, meanwhile, took it upon herself to ensure that if Selena’s family chose not to attend, the day would still feel complete.

She organized everything so neither Selena nor Mia would feel the absence.

In the end, Mia insisted on sending an invitation anyway.

"Even if they refuse, we should not close the door ourselves," she said gently. "Selena deserves that dignity."

Aurora thought the chances of them appearing were almost nonexistent, yet she still sent the invitation.

On the day of the engagement, Aurora ensured the venue radiated warmth and grandeur.

She invited supportive friends, colleagues, and acquaintances, people who would stand in place of absent family.

When Selena and Mia arrived, both of them froze.

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

They had planned something small, something modest, because they believed they could not afford anything more.

Yet Aurora had created an event so beautiful that it felt almost unreal.

They did not know how to repay her.

Selena pulled Aurora aside into a quieter corner, away from the music and laughter. Her voice was sincere.

"I don’t have much right now, but one day I will repay everything you’ve done for us."

Aurora chuckled lightly.

"Yes, yes, I understand. After five or six years, you’ll probably be richer than all of us."

Selena laughed. "It doesn’t matter. I’ve already recorded the amount. I remember it clearly."

Aurora raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Oh? Is that true? Then tell me, how much have I spent so far?"

Selena answered calmly, without hesitation. "Nine point seven five million dollars."

Aurora’s eyes widened.

That number was almost exact.

She knew it because the expenses had been meticulously recorded, yet Selena should not have had access to those details.

Still, she stated it as if it were obvious.

Selena continued, "And there’s also the apartment we’re living in. I’ll repay that too."

Aurora did not even dare ask how Selena knew.

’How could she possibly return nearly ten million dollars?’ Aurora wondered. ’Even working nonstop, that amount would be impossible.’

Selena seemed to read her thoughts and smiled faintly.

"Right now, I already have one million dollars in my account."

Aurora stared at her, stunned.

Selena, who had once looked like a penniless student cast out of her home, possessing that amount was astonishing.

Seeing Aurora’s disbelief, Selena chuckled. "I’ve been investing in the share market since I was fifteen."

She explained calmly,

"At fifteen, I managed to save about one hundred thousand dollars. I studied while doing every job I could find. Then I invested that money. By seventeen, it grew to around one million. After taxes, I kept roughly six hundred thousand."

Aurora was speechless.

"A tenfold return in two years..." Aurora muttered, barely able to process it.

Selena nodded. "Instead of spending it, I reinvested. I plan to grow it to sixteen million before paying you back."

Aurora looked at her with new appreciation.

’She has extraordinary instincts,’ Aurora realized. ’This is not luck. This is talent.’

Earning such returns in that short a time was something even seasoned investors struggled to achieve.

Aurora smiled slowly, a thoughtful glint appearing in her eyes.

"In that case," she said, her tone turning playful yet calculating,

"I might have a way to help you repay everything much faster."

Hearing Aurora’s words, Selena stared at her in confusion, the music from the engagement hall fading into a distant hum behind them.

Aurora’s expression turned calm, almost calculating. "I’ll give you one hundred million dollars to manage."

For a moment, Selena thought she had misheard.

Aurora glanced briefly at her watch, then added evenly,

"You’ll have two years. Within those two years, I want a profit of at least one hundred million dollars."

The air between them felt heavier.

Selena looked at Aurora as though she were seeing a ghost.

’One hundred million?’ her mind repeated.

It was not fear that crossed her face, but disbelief.

From the age of ten, when she first began understanding numbers, Selena had felt something unusual, a strange sensitivity toward patterns in the market.

Charts, fluctuations, red and green lines, they all made sense to her instinctively.

By twelve, her accuracy in predicting trends had sharpened to an almost frightening degree.

She rarely miscalculated. By fifteen, she had reached what she privately considered mastery.

If she had possessed sufficient capital back then, she would have already been a millionaire far earlier.

However, she had started slowly, cautiously, building everything from scratch.

And now, Aurora was offering her one hundred million dollars.

With that amount, Selena knew she could scale rapidly.

’If I manage it properly, I could turn this into one billion within two years,’ she calculated instinctively.

This was not arrogance. It was strategic assessment.

Aurora’s requirement, only one hundred million in profit, felt almost modest in comparison to what was possible.

Selena studied Aurora’s face carefully.

’She is not testing my greed,’ Selena realized. ’She is testing my direction. She wants Mia and me to live securely.’

Her expression turned serious. "I appreciate the offer," she began slowly, "but I don’t want charity."

Aurora gave a faint, almost amused scoff. "I’m not finished."

Selena’s brows lifted slightly.

Aurora’s tone grew steadier.

"This won’t stop at one hundred million. If you perform well, I’ll continue allocating funds, two hundred million, three hundred million. You just need to ensure the portfolio reaches seven to eight hundred million in growth."

Selena felt her pulse quicken.

She folded her arms loosely, thinking.

’This is not charity. This is partnership,’ she concluded.

If she declined, Aurora would likely redirect that capital elsewhere.

If she accepted, she would gain not only leverage but stability.

Managing hundreds of millions would demand focus, discipline, and time.

It would also secure her future with Mia permanently.

She exhaled slowly. "I’ve made my decision," she said firmly. "If I take it, I’ll deliver results."

Aurora’s lips curved into a subtle smirk. "Perfect."

Selena understood the deeper implication.

If she managed Aurora’s funds successfully, she would not only clear any perceived debt but also establish herself in an entirely different league.

In time, she might independently accumulate one billion in investments. If that capital multiplied tenfold, the scale would be unimaginable.

Yet she was not thinking about prestige.

She was thinking about freedom.

If she handled six hundred million with even a modest annual growth of fifteen percent, that alone would generate sixty million per year.

Even conservative estimates would provide five million per month in liquidity.

That would be more than enough for her and Mia to live comfortably without fear.

She would not need to chase opportunities desperately.

She would not need to exhaust herself daily.

Market analysis required precision, not constant motion.

A well-planned strategy could sustain growth with calculated monitoring rather than chaos.

The more she considered it, the clearer it became.

Joining Aurora’s financial ecosystem was not surrender, it was acceleration.

Selena lifted her head, her expression no longer conflicted but resolute. "I’m ready."

Aurora studied her for a brief moment, reading the determination in her eyes.

’She has already calculated everything,’ Aurora thought with quiet satisfaction.

Aloud, she said calmly, "Then we start immediately."

In Aurora’s mind, this was never just about money.

If Selena’s capital base eventually crossed one billion under her guidance, and if that amount multiplied further, the influence that followed would be immense.

And Aurora had always known how to cultivate powerful allies.

Meanwhile, Selena was already on nine clouds; she did not spare Aurora even a single glance.

Excitement bubbled restlessly inside her chest as she hurried toward Mia, eager to share what she believed was wonderful news.

The soft hum of music and clinking glasses filled the hall, but her steps faltered abruptly when she froze at the sight before her.

Standing there, right in front of Mia, was... Selin.

’Fuck what is this witch doing here?’

The woman’s face, posture, even the slight tilt of her chin, mirrored her own, yet there was one striking difference.

Where Selena’s hair shimmered in its familiar blue, this woman’s hair fell in long, silken black waves that caught the light like liquid ink, making her appear even more captivating, almost ethereal.

Those dark strands brushed against her waist as she moved, and for a moment, Selena felt as if her own heartbeat had been set ablaze.

The scent of wine and perfume suddenly felt suffocating.

She rushed forward instinctively.

The moment she arrived, the Selin glanced at her and smirked, a slow, deliberate curve of the lips that felt like a silent provocation.

Selena’s fists clenched so tightly that her nails bit into her palms, but instead of arguing, she forced herself to look away. Turning toward Mia with a pout, she spoke,

"What are you even doing? Today is our engagement. You shouldn’t be paying attention to her."

Mia laughed lightly, the sound careless and bright.

"You’re really that insecure, Selena? Can’t you see we’re already getting married? Does it need to be announced repeatedly? I don’t even care like that."