Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 92: Accusation

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Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Accusation

Camila shook her head, her lips curving into an unsettling smile as she wrapped her arms around Alex, pressing herself against him.

"You don’t have to say anything," she murmured, her voice laced with a sickeningly sweet indulgence.

"I understand your desires, Alex. If you want, I’m ready to be shared by both you and Jasper."

A wave of nausea rolled through Alex.

His stomach twisted in disgust, bile rising in his throat. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He shoved her away, his fingers digging into her shoulders with just enough force to push her out of his personal space.

"You’re sick," he spat, his tone colder than ice. "Get away from me."

Before Camila could react, the sharp, furious sound of knocking echoed through the room, followed by Jasper’s livid voice slicing through the heavy silence.

"Alex! Open this damn door!"

Alex’s body tensed, his heartbeat steady yet alert.

His face shifted into an impassive mask, but he noticed the flicker of fear that crossed Camila’s expression.

She took a quick step back, her gaze darting toward the door before settling back on Alex.

And then, before he could react, she made her move.

With a sudden burst of urgency, Camila pushed him aside, her movements frantic.

She reached for the door handle, yanking it open, and in an instant, she flung herself into Jasper’s arms.

Her body trembled as she buried her face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Jasper, momentarily stunned, instinctively caught her, his arms hovering in hesitation before he stiffened.

His gaze snapped to Alex, sharp and brimming with fury.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded, his voice dripping with venom.

Camila pulled away just enough to meet his gaze, her lips quivering as she feigned distress.

Her tears clung to her lashes, painting her the perfect picture of a damsel in distress.

"Jasper..." she whimpered.

"Alex—he... he tried to force me. He said I should become his mistress, too. He wouldn’t let me go. I tried to resist, but he is too strong."

For a moment, silence hung thick in the air.

Alex’s expression darkened, his face void of any warmth.

He took a measured breath, prepared to deny the blatant lie, but before he could even open his mouth, a sharp crack echoed through the room.

Jasper’s palm met Alex’s cheek with such force that his head snapped to the side.

A burning sting bloomed across his face, the taste of iron pooling in his mouth.

"You bastard!" Jasper seethed, his body radiating rage.

"You really are just like your mother—shameless, filthy. No wonder Father never acknowledged you properly."

Alex’s breath hitched.

Before, Jasper’s cruelty had been aimed at him alone.

The taunts, the torment, the physical punishments—he had endured them all in silence. But this...

This was different.

This was about his mother. The only person who had ever truly loved him.

The only warmth he had known in this godforsaken house.

Alex lifted his gaze slowly, his blue eyes darkening with unspoken wrath.

A storm brewed within him, decades of humiliation, abuse, and silent suffering converging into a singular, undeniable certainty.

He would not tolerate this. Not tonight. Not ever again.

Jasper lifted his leg, aiming to kick him once more, but this time, Alex was ready.

He moved swiftly, dodging the blow with practiced ease before surging forward, grabbing Jasper by the collar.

And then, with a force fueled by years of pent-up fury, he drove his fist into Jasper’s face.

The impact sent Jasper staggering back, his lip splitting open as he crashed against the doorframe.

He barely had time to recover before Alex was on him again. Another punch, this time to his jaw, sending him reeling.

The aggression Alex had buried for twenty-two long years erupted like an unrelenting storm.

His blows were precise, powerful, each strike carrying the weight of every insult, every injury, every injustice he had suffered at Jasper’s hands.

Jasper clawed at him, trying to fight back, but Alex was stronger.

He had always been stronger.

He had merely chosen not to fight before—too afraid of their father’s wrath, too resigned to his fate. But tonight, the fear was gone.

He had nothing left to lose.

Jasper groaned, trying to shove Alex off, but Alex grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him close until their faces were inches apart.

His breath came ragged, his chest heaving, but his voice was steady, dangerously low.

"You think I’d ever look at Camila that way?" he hissed.

"You fool. I was never the one who liked her. You only pursued her because you assumed I had feelings for her. You’ve always been like this, Jasper.

Always taking what you think belongs to me, just so you can revel in my supposed misery."

Jasper sneered, despite the blood trickling from his lip.

"You don’t know what you’re talking about."

Alex let out a humorless laugh before his grip on Jasper’s collar tightened.

"You want to talk about shame, Jasper? You want to call my mother shameless?" His voice dropped, colder than ice.

"Let me remind you of something—you’re the son of a mistress. Your mother was the one who seduced our father, who tore apart my family.

My mother was the first wife. She was the one our father swore loyalty to before she was cast aside like she was nothing."

Jasper’s breath hitched, and for the first time, genuine rage flickered in his eyes.

"Shut your mouth!" he snarled, struggling against Alex’s hold.

But Alex only leaned in closer, his smirk sharp, cutting.

"What’s wrong? Can’t handle the truth? You were never meant to be the heir, Jasper. You were never meant to be anything more than the mistake our father chose to acknowledge.

And deep down, you know it. That’s why you hate me so much. Because despite everything, you’ve always been afraid that you’re not enough."

Jasper roared in fury, swinging at Alex, but Alex dodged effortlessly before slamming him against the wall once more.

Jasper’s head spun, his body weakened from the relentless beating.

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