Rebirth: A Second chance at life-Chapter 136: Their golden child!

The car slowed as it approached the secluded villa hidden deep within the forest.

Tall trees stood like silent sentinels on both sides of the narrow road, their branches interlocking overhead, filtering the fading daylight into shadows.

The place felt untouched by the world—quiet, isolated, and ominously calm.

As the vehicle came to a halt, guards stationed around the villa straightened immediately. They bowed low in unison, their movements precise and respectful. No one spoke. No one questioned.

Aurora stepped out first, her presence commanding despite her calm demeanor. Bishop followed closely behind. Without a word, they walked into the villa.

Inside, the air was cool and dimly lit.

The living room was vast, furnished elegantly but sparsely. At its center, two figures sat bound to heavy chairs.

Their mouths were gagged, yet muffled noises escaped them—angry, desperate sounds.

Their clothes were torn and ragged, clearly worn from struggle, but something else caught Aurora’s sharp eye immediately.

Bangles.

A chain.

At first glance, they looked ordinary—cheap imitations perhaps. But Aurora’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk.

Years of experience, countless dealings in shadows, and an eye trained to notice the smallest details told her otherwise.

High-quality gold.

She walked forward and took a seat directly in front of them. The old couple stiffened. Their eyes widened in shock when they realized who stood before them—but the fear was quickly masked. Decades of deception had taught them how to hide.

Aurora lifted a finger slightly.

Bishop stepped forward and removed the gags.

The reaction was immediate.

"You ungrateful bitch!" the old man roared, veins bulging on his neck.

"How dare you tie us like criminals!" the woman shrieked, her voice sharp and venomous. "We are your elders!"

The insults poured out like poison.

Aurora stood up.

Slap.

The sound echoed sharply through the room as her palm connected with the old man’s face. His head snapped to the side.

Before the woman could process what happened, she lunged forward, screaming curses.

Slap.

Aurora struck her even harder. The woman staggered back, stunned. When she opened her mouth again—

Slap.

Silence followed.

Their breathing grew ragged. Fear finally cracked through their false bravado.

Aurora sat back down slowly, unhurried. She crossed her legs gracefully as a massive black panther padded over and settled beside her. She ran her fingers through its sleek fur, calm and deliberate, as if this were nothing more than a casual afternoon.

"Now now," Aurora said softly, her voice dangerously gentle.

"Let’s not waste time."

She leaned forward slightly, eyes cold and sharp.

"Tell me everything I need to know."

The old couple avoided her gaze.

"I can already guess," she continued, "that you know exactly who I am. So save your excuses." Her fingers paused on the panther’s head. "And answer me."

Her eyes locked onto theirs.

"Who dropped me on your doorstep twenty-four years ago?"

The old man scoffed, forcing a laugh. "We don’t know what you’re talking about. We never adopted anyone."

Aurora’s smile widened—slow, chilling.

"Oh really?"

She motioned to Bishop.

He placed a stack of papers and several photographs onto the table between them.

Adoption records.

Orphanage transfer documents.

A grainy photo of a newborn wrapped in a thin cloth—date stamped clearly.

The color drained from their faces.

"You sold me off to the orphanage," Aurora said calmly. "Didn’t you?"

For a brief moment, they trembled. Then rage surged back like a desperate shield.

"You!" the old woman spat. "So it is you! You cursed child!"

The old man leaned forward, eyes blazing. "You jinx! We should’ve left you to die the day you were born!"

Aurora watched them without blinking.

"We still had sympathy," the woman continued hysterically. "We dropped you at the orphanage so you could live! And this is how you repay us? Treating your parents like criminals!"

Aurora laughed.

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t wild.

It was slow.

Mocking.

Cold.

"Parents?" she repeated softly. "You call yourselves parents?"

She stood again, towering over them.

"What kind of parents sell their child the day she’s born?"

The old woman screamed, "Because you were a jinx! You shouldn’t have been born! You brought misfortune the moment you opened your eyes!"

That was enough.

Aurora raised her hand—but instead of striking them again, she gestured to Bishop.

He stepped forward and placed a tablet on the table. With a single tap, a video began to play.

The screen showed a lavish party. A young man laughed with friends, champagne flowing freely. Music, lights, luxury.

But beneath the surface—

Trained eyes could see it clearly.

Men positioned strategically around the area.

Hands resting near concealed weapons.

Security far beyond what a normal party required.

The old couple froze.

Cold sweat beaded on their foreheads. Their bodies sagged as if all strength had been drained from them.

Aurora leaned in close.

"That boy," she said quietly, "is your precious son."

She straightened, her gaze merciless.

"And every single man guarding him... works for me."

Their eyes filled with terror.

"You sold your daughter," Aurora continued, "to protect your golden child. You took money. You took safety. And you buried the truth."

She crouched in front of them, her voice a whisper that cut deeper than any scream.

"Now tell me," she said, "who paid you to take me... and who wanted me gone."

The old couple broke.

Sobs replaced curses. Words tumbled out in desperation—names, dates, deals made in secret. The truth spilled freely when survival was on the line.

Aurora listened.

Every word etched itself into her memory.

When they finished, she stood up slowly. The panther rose beside her, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"Thank you," Aurora said calmly. "You’ve been very... helpful."

She turned to Bishop. "Make sure they’re kept alive."

The couple’s faces lit up with desperate hope.

"For now," she added.

Aurora walked toward the exit without another glance back.

Behind her, the forest waited.

And so did revenge.

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. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Dear Readers,

I am truly sorry for the late updates. The past few months have been very difficult for me, as I’ve been dealing with some personal issues. There were days when it was hard to sit down and write, even though I wanted to.

Still, I am trying my best to keep this story going—because of you. Your patience, support, and love mean more to me than I can express.

I promise that from now on, I will try to update regularly and give this story the time and care it deserves. Thank you for staying with me despite the delays.

With love and gratitude.