Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 215: Expose Director Shawn

Aurora stared at the screen, frozen.

Her breath hitched as she watched the video.

It was Theodore.

In the footage, he stood stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, while Director Shawn hovered too close behind him.

Aurora’s heart pounded painfully in her chest as the video continued.

The man’s disgusting hands roamed places no one had any right to touch.

Theodore flinched but didn’t fight back—he just stood there, his expression blank like he had gone completely numb.

Aurora’s fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms.

So this is why he looked so broken. This is why he said he hated that man...

Tears blurred her vision, but they weren’t from sadness. They were from rage.

Director Shawn hadn’t just bullied her brother—he had violated him.

Her brother, who smiled through everything, who took beatings on camera and stayed strong... had suffered silently through something so vile.

Her chest felt tight with fury. Her breathing grew heavier. Her hands trembled as she moved the mouse and clicked on more files.

There were others—other victims. Young men, barely adults, their eyes full of fear, their bodies stiff, their souls quietly breaking.

This man wasn’t just a bully.

He was a predator.

Aurora’s lips thinned into a hard line. She had seen enough.

She immediately opened her code terminal and got to work.

Her fingers danced over the keyboard, rapid and sharp.

Fire burned in her chest, and her mind was focused on one goal—exposure.

First, she uploaded every single video she found to multiple social media platforms, using fake accounts and VPNs to stay hidden.

She gave them attention-grabbing titles, linked hashtags to victims’ rights, and dropped location data from his phone to prove it was real.

Then she pulled up his chat history.

Sickening messages popped up—flirtations with minors, threats to struggling actors, bribes to media outlets to keep quiet.

With another click, all of it was posted.

But she wasn’t done.

She found his search history.

It was filled with disgusting terms, criminal plans, and proof of his obsession with controlling and harming others.

She posted those too—on every major platform, tagging law enforcement accounts, victim support groups, and news media.

Within minutes, notifications poured in.

Breaking: Famous Director Shawn Under Fire for Abuse Allegations.

Hundreds of Videos Surface—Internet Demands Justice.

Aurora leaned back, her eyes glued to his picture on the screen.

She stared into his smiling face—so smug, so sure that no one would ever stop him.

It wasn’t enough.

Not for her.

His reputation was crumbling, sure. His sponsors would flee, his friends would betray him, and the world would turn against him. But Aurora didn’t want him to just lose everything.

She wanted him behind bars.

Forever.

"You thought you were untouchable," she whispered coldly, her voice barely more than a breath. "But you picked the wrong person to hurt. You messed with my brother."

She saved all the evidence to a USB drive.

Tomorrow, she would take it straight to the police—and make sure no one could cover it up.

Theodore woke up with a dull throb pounding at his temples.

He groaned softly, rubbing his forehead as he sat up.

The morning sun streamed through the balcony doors, lighting up his room with a soft glow.

He blinked, squinting at the brightness, then dragged himself out of bed.

"Ugh... never staying out there so late again," he muttered, massaging the side of his head.

The air had been cool and quiet last night, but being out in the wind for so long had clearly taken a toll.

Yawning, he shuffled into the bathroom, picked up his toothbrush, and began brushing absentmindedly.

His mind wandered. Should he check for any new audition emails? He could probably force himself to go if something promising showed up.

But halfway through brushing, he paused and looked at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were tired, dark circles sitting beneath them.

His heart didn’t feel like it had the strength to care about another audition. Not today.

"Breakfast first," he told himself with a sigh. "I’ll decide after that."

After washing his face and brushing, he threw on a hoodie and headed to the dining room. The sound of chatter and clinking utensils greeted him as he walked in.

His family was already seated and halfway through breakfast.

Warm light lit the wooden table, which was covered with baskets of toast, small plates of fruit, jam jars, and his favorite—Nutella.

Theodore sat down quietly in his usual seat.

The moment his eyes landed on the Nutella, he cracked a soft smile and reached for a slice of bread.

Somehow, something about spreading Nutella across a slice of warm toast made him feel a little more grounded.

It was the small things.

Aurora sat across from him, half-yawning, her messy bun slipping loose from its tie.

She was lazily spooning cereal into her mouth, looking like she hadn’t slept at all.

"Didn’t sleep well?" he asked with a half-smile.

Aurora blinked slowly, then gave a knowing smirk. "Nope. But I wasn’t the only one."

Theodore furrowed his brows, confused. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Before Aurora could answer, Olivia, who was sitting at the far end of the table, scrolling through her phone, suddenly gasped.

"Wait—breaking news!" she shouted, eyes widening. "Oh my God. Director Shawn is being canceled!"

Theodore choked on his milk mid-sip, coughing hard.

"Wha—canceled? What do you mean canceled?!" he gasped.

Mary, ever the strict one, shot him a sharp glare and snapped,

"If even one drop of that milk ends up on the table, I swear to God, Theodore, I’ll smack you into next week."

He gulped down the rest of the milk hurriedly, clearing his throat.

"I-I’m fine, I’m fine! Just... what did you just say, Olivia?"

Olivia turned the phone around and held it up so everyone could see the screen.

"It’s all over the entertainment news. Look—’ Famous Director Shawn Accused of Sexual Misconduct.’ There’s like... dozens of articles. And videos. And people are going nuts online!"

Theodore stared at the screen in disbelief, his hand slowly lowering to the table.

The words blurred slightly as his mind raced.

Last night... he had just been saying how someone like Director Shawn could get away with anything. That no matter how cruel he was, no one would ever bring him down.

And now, less than 12 hours later, he was watching that same man get dragged through the mud across every media outlet.

His voice came out quietly. "No way... this is real?"

Aurora gave him a little smile, taking a bite of toast. "Looks pretty real to me."

He turned to her, mouth half-open, still stunned. "How... how did this happen?" freeweɓnovel.cøm

Aurora tilted her head, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.

"Guess the universe got tired of him. Or maybe someone just decided enough was enough."

Theodore let out a short, breathy chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes. His smile faded almost as quickly as it appeared. He stared down at his half-eaten toast, his voice dropping.

"It’s no use," he muttered.

Aurora blinked, looking up from her cereal. "What do you mean, it’s no use?"

Theodore sighed, shoulders slumping. "Even if all this stuff is out now... Director Shawn’s still gonna get away with it. Just watch."

Aurora narrowed her eyes.

"Why are you saying that? You just saw how everyone’s reacting. The internet’s on fire right now."

Theodore shook his head, his tone bitter.

"Because his brother is a high-ranking politician. Like, really high up. He’s got power, connections, everything.

Every time Shawn’s done something shady, his brother’s swept it under the rug. Paid off people, silenced reporters, threatened victims... You name it."

Aurora’s frown deepened. "That can’t be legal."

"It’s not," Theodore said flatly.

"But when you’re in power, you can make anything disappear. They’ve been doing it for years.

I mean, you think this is the first time someone’s tried to bring him down? There’ve been whispers before. But nothing ever sticks."

Just then, Olivia, who had been quietly scanning her phone, spoke up. "He’s right."

Both Aurora and Theodore turned toward her.

"I was literally just scrolling through articles," Olivia said, her brow furrowed.

"A few minutes ago, there were dozens. Now... It’s like, half of them are gone. Some links aren’t working anymore.

And... oh crap, even the videos are vanishing from social media."

Aurora immediately snatched up her phone, her fingers flying across the screen.

Her heart sank.

The accounts she’d used to upload the files were being suspended.

The videos—gone. The posts—flagged and removed. Even the hashtags were being quietly shadowbanned.

"See?" Theodore said softly, not even sounding surprised.

"Told you. His brother probably made a few calls, and now it’s all getting buried. Again."

Aurora stared at her phone, her blood beginning to boil.

This wasn’t just some rumor or scandal. These were crimes. Heinous, unforgivable crimes—and they were being erased in real time.

Her grip on the phone tightened.

So it was all about connections, huh?

Guess then she will have to use her connections too.