Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 91: Jasper & Camila

Alex remained perfectly still, his face devoid of emotion, as Jasper’s voice thundered through the lavish living room.

The command was clear, sharp, and soaked in arrogance.

"Are you deaf? I said, kneel."

Without a word, Alex turned back toward the staircase, descending with measured steps before lowering himself onto his knees.

The cold marble floor pressed against his skin, but he made no sign of discomfort.

He had been through this countless times before.

Jasper smirked, satisfied with the submission.

With a lazy wave of his hand, he turned back to his girlfriend, pulling her close once again.

His girlfriend hesitated, her eyes flickering toward Alex, an uneasy expression crossing her face.

"Jasper... are you sure? He’s still here."

Jasper chuckled, running a hand through her hair.

"Ignore him," he said dismissively.

"He’s just a dog. A dog doesn’t have feelings, does it?" His voice dripped with amusement, clearly reveling in his cruelty.

The girlfriend let out a small, hesitant laugh before leaning in.

Soon, she became completely lost in the moment, forgetting Alex’s presence entirely.

Alex clenched his fists against his thighs, his nails digging into his palms.

He knew exactly why Jasper was doing this. Jasper believed this girl was someone Alex had feelings for.

This was nothing more than an attempt to provoke jealousy, to humiliate him further.

But what Jasper didn’t realize was that Alex held no interest in the girl.

The situation was far more twisted than Jasper imagined—she was the one who had feelings for Alex, not the other way around.

Yet, Alex did not move. He had no desire to correct Jasper’s delusions.

He had no desire for a fight. All he wanted was to get through this night, endure the torment, and leave in time for dinner with his mother.

Minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity.

His knees ached, his legs slowly numbing from the pressure against the marble.

Sweat formed along his temples, yet he refused to shift even an inch.

Half an hour had passed by the time Jasper finally pulled away from his girlfriend, his expression smug and satisfied.

He stretched his arms lazily before turning his gaze toward Alex.

"Well?" Jasper sneered. "Enjoy the show?"

Alex remained silent, his face impassive.

Jasper’s smirk faltered.

He hated being ignored. He strode toward Alex with slow, deliberate steps, each one echoing through the vast room.

Then, he crouched slightly, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper.

"I heard you’ve been trying to join Father’s company."

Alex inhaled quietly. And just like that, the reason behind tonight’s torment became crystal clear.

Jasper never did anything without reason. Every act of cruelty had a purpose.

Alex had been foolish to believe this was just another one of his brother’s usual sadistic games.

Taking a deep breath, Alex finally responded. "I was only trying my luck," he said evenly.

Jasper’s expression darkened. Without warning, he lifted his foot and kicked Alex hard in the stomach.

Pain exploded through Alex’s abdomen, and he gritted his teeth as he collapsed onto the cold floor, his breath knocked out of him.

A low groan escaped his lips, but he forced himself not to make a sound beyond that.

Jasper planted his foot against Alex’s torso, pressing down cruelly.

"Listen carefully," he said, his voice laced with venom.

"You will never inherit a single thing. Everything—our father’s company, his fortune, his legacy—belongs to me."

He leaned down further, his weight crushing against Alex’s ribs.

"Father already promised it all to me. And you? You’ll be nothing more than a worthless, penniless stray."

Alex clenched his jaw, forcing himself to remain still.

He had long known this reality.

He had stopped fighting back years ago because no matter how much he resisted, the result was always the same.

Bruises, cuts, broken bones—and no one to care.

Jasper kicked him again, this time in the ribs. Alex gasped, feeling the sharp sting of pain, but he didn’t resist.

"You’re twenty-two now," Jasper said coldly. "There’s no reason for you to keep living in this house. Get out."

Alex lay there for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright. I’ll leave."

Jasper’s foot stilled. He narrowed his eyes, as though trying to gauge whether Alex was lying. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Really?" He grabbed Alex’s face roughly, forcing him to look up.

"You’re actually saying you’ll leave?"

Alex met his brother’s gaze without flinching. "Yes. I’ll move out."

For a second, Jasper seemed taken aback.

In the past, whenever he had demanded Alex to leave, Alex would remain silent, never answering outright.

But tonight was different. Tonight, Alex gave him the answer he wanted to hear.

Jasper let go, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Good. That’s a smart choice."

Satisfied, he turned and strode toward the staircase.

But before he disappeared down the hall, he noticed his girlfriend still sitting on the couch. His smile vanished.

"What are you waiting for?" he snapped. "Come with me."

The girl flinched and quickly followed after him, her heels clicking against the floor.

The moment they were gone, Alex exhaled shakily.

His body ached, his ribs throbbed, but he pushed himself up with difficulty.

His limbs trembled as he made his way to his room, shutting the door behind him.

The medicine box sat on his nightstand.

With practiced ease, he opened it and pulled out bandages, ointments, and painkillers.

His hands moved mechanically, as though he had done this a hundred times before.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his shirt.

The fabric stuck to his skin, damp with sweat and faint traces of blood.

He reached for the ointment, dabbing it onto the fresh bruises and cuts.

If anyone saw his body now, they would be horrified.

His torso was covered in scars, some faded, some fresh. His skin was a canvas of past wounds, a testament to years of torment.

Once finished, he stood and walked toward his closet, sifting through his clothes with an assessing eye.

He refused to leave this house looking weak, even if tonight was his last within its walls.

After careful deliberation, he selected a crisp black button-down shirt, rolling up the sleeves just enough to reveal his forearms.

The dark fabric contrasted sharply against his pale skin, accentuating the striking clarity of his blue eyes.

He paired it with well-fitted charcoal slacks and polished black shoes, ensuring he looked composed—powerful, even.

Checking himself in the mirror, Alex took a slow breath.

His features were sharp, his dark hair effortlessly tousled in a way that made him appear both refined and effortlessly handsome.

Despite the ache radiating from his ribs, he squared his shoulders and exited the room.

Just as he stepped into the dimly lit hallway, he halted.

Standing a few feet away was Camila—Jasper’s girlfriend.

The moment she saw him, her eyes widened slightly before narrowing with intent.

Without hesitation, she strode forward and, before Alex could react, she pressed her hands against his chest and shoved him backward into his room, swiftly shutting the door behind her.

Alex frowned, his jaw tightening as he steadied himself.

"What do you think you’re doing?" he asked, his voice controlled yet edged with irritation.

Camila lifted a finger to his lips, silencing him with a coy smirk.

"Shh..." she whispered. "I know the truth, Alex."

He scowled, grabbing her wrist and moving her away from him.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Her expression didn’t falter. Instead, her gaze softened, filled with something disturbingly close to amusement.

"You don’t have to hide it anymore. I know you have feelings for me. You always have."

Alex exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You’re mistaken," he said firmly. "I don’t like you. I never have. Now, leave."

Camila tilted her head, as if humored by his denial.

"That’s not true," she countered.

"I knew from the very beginning. You liked me, but you never had the courage to act on your feelings because of Jasper.

That’s why you rejected me when I confessed to you back then. It confused me, Alex, truly. But when Jasper showed interest in me, I understood everything. You were afraid of him. You stepped aside because of him."

Alex let out a dry, humorless chuckle.

"You’re delusional," he said simply, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Jasper never liked you. He only pursued you because he assumed I had feelings for you. He saw you as nothing more than another tool to use against me. And you? You let yourself be used."

Camila’s smirk remained intact, unfazed by his words.

"You’re lying," she insisted.

"If you didn’t care, then why are you trying so hard to push me away? You’re jealous, Alex. That’s why you’re saying all this nonsense."

Alex exhaled through his nose, his patience wearing thin.

"Jealous?" he repeated, his voice laced with quiet disdain.

"Camila, if you had even an ounce of self-respect, you’d walk out of this room right now. Whatever fantasy you’ve built in your head about me, let it go.

I never liked you. I never wanted you. And I certainly don’t care about whatever game you’re trying to play."