Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 244: Leo
Chapter 244: Chapter 244: Leo
The next morning at school, everything felt different.
As soon as Aurora and Spencer walked through the gates, heads turned.
They weren’t holding hands, but the space between them felt warm, glowing, like invisible stars connected them.
Even the way they looked at each other was soft and dreamy, like something out of a romance movie.
They stood close, smiling without saying much. Honestly, it looked like they were about to kiss at any second.
From a distance, Mia watched them and let out a small laugh.
"Well, well," she said, walking over. "Did you two patch things up again?"
Aurora raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. "Patch what up? We never had a fight in the first place."
"Yeah," Spencer added, smirking. "We’re too in love to fight." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Mia rolled her eyes. "Right. My bad, then. Must’ve imagined all that dramatic tension."
Then, with a playful smile, she turned to Spencer. "Sorry, but I’m borrowing your girlfriend for a few minutes."
"Wait—" Spencer started, but before he could finish, Mia had already looped her arm through Aurora’s and dragged her off.
"I’ll bring her back in one piece!" she called over her shoulder.
They turned the corner, and Mia stopped walking.
"Alright," she said, lowering her voice. "Today’s the first day of Homecoming Week, remember? Time to dress up. We need to make jaws drop."
Aurora’s eyes sparkled. "Oh yeah! I totally forgot."
She clapped her hands together. "Perfect! I was already thinking of giving Spencer a big surprise today."
Meanwhile... across campus, at the university art room...
Olivia was standing in front of a large canvas, paintbrush in hand, surrounded by bright sunlight and the smell of fresh paint.
Her painting—a dreamy landscape filled with soft blues, pinks, and gold—caught everyone’s attention.
People began gathering around her.
"Wow... that’s amazing!"
"It looks like something you’d see in an art museum."
"Olivia, you’re seriously gonna be a famous artist one day."
One girl gasped. "No, for real. Your style is so original. You could beat even the top artists someday!"
Olivia blushed slightly and gave a small wave with her paint-stained hand. "Thanks, but I’m really not that great. There are so many other amazing artists out there."
Her voice was calm and humble. She didn’t act proud or braggy at all.
Hearing her quiet honesty made people like her even more.
"Can you give me tips?" a boy asked, holding up his sketchbook.
"Same!" a girl added. "How do you blend colors like that?"
Olivia smiled kindly. "Of course. I can show you. For blending, it helps to keep your brush a little wet... and try to use soft strokes, like this..."
She gently guided their hands, showing them how to move the brush with care and patience.
The group listened closely, watching every movement.
But not everyone in the room looked so happy.
At the far corner of the studio, a girl sat with her arms crossed, glaring at Olivia like she was watching a rival win a prize she didn’t deserve.
Her name was Moana.
Her face was twisted in a bitter scowl.
"Hah," she muttered under her breath, "what a faker. Smiling like that, acting all sweet... she’s nothing but a white lotus."
Beside her sat another girl, quiet, thoughtful Eleanor, Olivia’s best friend.
Eleanor glanced sideways and said gently, "Moana, you shouldn’t say things like that. Olivia’s actually a really good person."
Moana’s glare deepened.
"Please. You’re just too nice to see it. She’s totally fake. Look at how she’s acting like a painting queen. She’s using you, Eleanor."
Eleanor let out a small sigh.
"I don’t think so. Olivia... she’s kind to everyone, sure. But I know she sees me as her best friend. She always remembers my favorite colors. And my birthday. And she texts me every morning."
Moana snorted.
"If she really thought you were her best friend, she’d be sitting with you right now—not all the way over there playing art teacher to a bunch of strangers."
Eleanor tightened her grip on her sketchbook. "Moana, you’re wrong. Olivia isn’t like that. Just because she’s helping others doesn’t mean she’s ignoring me."
Moana scoffed. "Oh really? Then why isn’t she sitting next to you, huh? Why is she smiling and acting like she’s queen of the world over there?"
Eleanor opened her mouth to argue again—but just then, a sudden noise caught everyone’s attention.
The art room door swung open, and a tall guy in a neat white shirt walked in, holding a bouquet of roses.
He looked nervous, but also super determined.
Whispers flew around the room.
"Oh my gosh, isn’t that—?"
"Wait, isn’t he the heir to that real estate company downtown?"
"Yeah, that’s Leo Feng! His family’s worth millions!"
Before anyone could react further, Leo walked straight up to Olivia, stopped in front of her canvas... and dropped down on one knee.
Olivia blinked, totally shocked.
He held up the flowers with shaking hands.
"Olivia," he said, voice clear and a little shaky, "I’ve been watching your art for a while. And I... I think you’re amazing. Not just your paintings—but you. Will you go on a date with me?"
The whole room gasped.
Someone squealed. "She’s so lucky!"
"Wow! Olivia’s not just talented, she’s pretty and she’s getting rich boy attention?"
"She’s like... perfect!"
Olivia turned pink from all the attention. She stepped back, clearly caught off guard.
"Um... Leo, I... I don’t even know what to say..."
Across the room, Moana’s hands clenched into fists.
Her eyes snapped toward Eleanor, whose expression had completely changed.
Eleanor stared at Leo in silence, her lips pressed into a thin line.
She wasn’t smiling.
She looked... quiet. Hurt. Her head was slightly bowed, and she didn’t say anything.
Moana narrowed her eyes.
"Wait," she said in a low voice, "Eleanor. Isn’t that the guy you said you liked?"
Eleanor didn’t look up. She just nodded a tiny bit and whispered, "It’s okay."
"It’s not okay!" Moana hissed. "This is not okay at all!"
She stood up so fast her stool screeched against the floor.
"Olivia totally did this on purpose!" she snapped. "She knew you liked him. That fake smile, that soft little voice... she knew exactly how to reel him in."
Eleanor still didn’t look up. Her fingers gripped the edges of her sketchbook tighter and tighter.
Moana was furious now. "I can’t believe this. You treat her like a sister and this is how she treats you?! Nope. I’m done sitting and watching this."
Eleanor finally looked at her, eyes wide. "Moana, please—don’t make a scene."
But Moana shook her head.
"No. She needs to be taught a lesson. She can’t just pretend to be everyone’s angel and then steal what’s not hers.
It’s time someone showed her she’s not as perfect as she thinks."
Eleanor looked torn. Her lips trembled.
"Just... please don’t hurt her," she whispered.
But Moana had already turned away, her eyes burning with jealousy and anger.
The room was so quiet, you could hear the sound of the paintbrushes still dripping into the cleaning jars.
Then suddenly—
"OLIVIA!!"
Everyone jumped as Moana’s voice rang out like thunder.
Olivia turned around, slowly, still holding her paintbrush. Her face was calm—almost too calm—as she looked at Moana, who stood near the back, fists clenched and chest heaving.
"You white lotus!" Moana shouted, pointing straight at her. "You act all sweet and gentle—but secretly, you’re seducing your own best friend’s crush?!"
Gasps echoed across the room. Some people dropped their sketchbooks. Others turned and stared at Olivia, shocked.
"Wait—what?"
"Is she talking about Leo?"
"Eleanor’s crush?!"
Olivia blinked, clearly confused. "Moana, what are you even talking about?"
Moana marched forward, her shoes clacking loudly on the floor.
"Don’t play innocent now," she spat. "Everyone, listen up! Eleanor is Olivia’s best friend! And just a few days ago, Eleanor told Olivia that she liked Leo. She had a crush on him for months!"
The students looked at each other, whispering fast.
"Is that true?"
"No way..."
"If that’s real, then Olivia totally crossed a line."
Leo, still on one knee, looked startled and slowly stood up, backing away.
Olivia stayed calm.
Her face didn’t twist. Her voice didn’t rise. She just slowly turned her head... and looked at Eleanor.
"Is that true?" she asked softly.
Eleanor looked frozen. Her eyes darted around the room. She looked at Moana. Then at Olivia. Her lips trembled.
Olivia stepped forward. "Eleanor," she said again, "is what Moana said true?"
Eleanor didn’t answer.
Her eyes fell to the floor.
Olivia’s voice turned firmer.
"Eleanor. Please. I need to hear it clearly. Yes or no. Did you tell me... that you liked Leo?"
The whole class held their breath.
Eleanor hesitated... then finally, slowly, gave the tiniest nod.
"Yes," she whispered.
Moana crossed her arms with a loud "HA!"
But Olivia held up a hand to stop her.
"Okay," Olivia said. "Then answer this."
She looked right into Eleanor’s eyes.
"Did you ever tell me that you liked Leo? Not just in your heart. I mean... did you say it to me? Out loud?"
Eleanor opened her mouth.
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