I was cast out by my blood familly but returned back powerful for revenge - A Rose Abandoned on a Snowy Night

Autumn, 2026. The sky over Manhattan was covered in gray clouds, and at night, a cold wind blew through the gaps between the skyscrapers. The banquet hall "Salon Doré" was on the top floor of the Hotel Grand Elysion. Outside the windows, over 200 meters high, the city of New York glittered like an overturned jewelry box. But in stark contrast to that view, Aria Greyson leaned her back against the wall in a corner of the venue. "…Cold." Only a small murmur escaped her lips. Words meant for no one else, just for herself. Her long black hair swayed around her waist. Tonight, it was gathered high on her head. She usually wore it in a low bun for work, but today, it was an updo so plain it felt out of place. Though her jet-black, straight hair shone sleekly under the lights, her eyes were fixed on something far away. Hazel eyes—almond-shaped eyes that could look green or gold depending on the light. She was 168 centimeters tall. Slender, yet with a womanly roundness, her full chest and narrow waist couldn't be hidden even by a plain gray dress. But right now, Aria felt nothing but a complex about her own appearance. *(I'm just in the way here, just like Father said.)* The dress she wore was an old gray one-piece that Victoria had forced on her, saying, "This is more than enough for you." It couldn't compare to the crimson evening gown Lisa was wearing. She knew that all too well. Within the venue, there was one particularly dazzling group. "Oh my, Lisa, you look especially beautiful today. Just like a princess from a fairy tale." Lisa was wrapped in a captivating dress. Her blonde curls swayed softly on her shoulders, and her jade eyes sparkled sweetly. Surrounded by the members of the "Celestia Circle," she acted like the queen of high society. The Celestia Circle—a secretive social club where only families with a net worth of over one billion dollars gathered. Four dinners were held a year, and it was said that the connections made here influenced the political and financial worlds of the American East Coast. Being invited was the highest honor; not being invited signified the death of a family. Victoria proudly put her arm around Lisa's shoulder. "This girl has been invited to a fashion show in Paris next month. And she's started helping Edward with his business, too. She's truly a reliable daughter." Aria just watched from afar. The Greyson family was real estate royalty on the East Coast. Total assets: 4.2 billion dollars. Greyson Properties, a company dating back to her grandfather's generation, owned commercial buildings across twelve states. Aria's late mother, Eleanor, had once been loved by everyone in this very Celestia Circle. *(Mother… why did you leave me behind…?)* Eleanor had died of a heart attack six years ago, when Aria was sixteen. Eight months later, her father Edward remarried Victoria, a former model. Ever since, Aria had been the "unwanted child" in this house. Tonight, too, her father Edward had given her instructions. "Don't say anything tonight. Don't stand out. Just sit there and be quiet." Father used to be kind. When Mother was alive, he used to pick me up and laugh with me. "Big Sister." Suddenly addressed, Aria looked up with a start. Lisa was standing right beside her. In her hands were two pink drinks. "Don't hide in a corner like that. Why don't you come over here?" Lisa's smile was perfect. But Aria noticed what lay behind those eyes. Because her sister had never once been truly kind to her. "I'm… fine. I'll stay here." "Don't say that. Here, this is really delicious. Just one sip?" Lisa deliberately raised her voice so those around them could hear. "My big sister and I have always been close. We've been together since we were little, and we can talk about anything." Lies. Complete lies. The things Lisa had done to Aria included hiding her belongings, spreading rumors behind her back, and throwing her mother's keepsake brooch in the trash—all of it done when no one was watching. But she couldn't refuse. She was afraid that if she did, Lisa would say, "See, you really do hate us." Aria took the glass and put it to her lips for a single sip. Sweet. But there was a strange bitterness, too. Immediately after. A dizzying lurch shook the back of her head. *(Huh…?)* Heat surged from the core of her body. *This is bad*, she thought, and the moment she did, the strength drained from her legs. She put a hand against the wall. Her fingertips trembled. Her vision blurred. She could see Lisa's face, distorted. "Oh dear, are you drunk already? You're such a lightweight, Big Sister." Lisa deliberately spoke in a cheerful voice. Putting an arm around Aria's shoulder, she said, "I'll take care of her," and walked towards the venue's exit. The people around them only saw a heartwarming scene between sisters. But Aria's consciousness was already sinking to the bottom of a dark sea. *(No… Lisa… what did you…)* "Alright, I'm just going to take her to the restroom." The moment Lisa said this to a security guard, Aria summoned the last of her strength and shook off her sister's hand. *(I can't stay here… I have to run…)* Dragging her nearly collapsing legs, she headed for the emergency stairs. Lisa was shouting something, but it no longer reached her ears. She focused only on climbing the stairs. Up, and up. To a place where no one would follow. Before she knew it, Aria was on the hotel's top floor. The corridor was empty. It was a quiet floor lined with luxury suites. Leaning against the wall, she caught her breath. But the heat in her body grew stronger and stronger, while her limbs grew cold. *(Why… why is this happening…?)* Tears welled up. Her vision blurred, and she stumbled down the corridor. One door was slightly ajar. The door to a suite. A human presence. At that moment, driven by an inexplicable impulse, Aria was drawn inside as if sucked in. Unaware that in that room was a man who, just like her, had been drugged. --- The next morning. Cold air pricked her skin. Outside the window, a cloudless blue sky stretched out after the previous night's storm. Aria woke up in the bed. The first thing that jumped into her view was an unfamiliar ceiling. She realized she was naked. She pulled the sheets up to her chest. *(Where am I…?)* Her head throbbed with a splitting pain. Fragments of the previous night's memories came back. The pink drink. The heat in her body. And then—the feeling of someone's arms. Someone's breath. Gentle, yet powerful movements. She looked beside her. An indentation remained in the pillow. Proof that someone had slept there. And then, a black jacket draped over the back of a chair. Large, and clearly a man's. "Wh-what… is this…" Her voice trembled. Aria jumped out of the bed. Her legs wobbled. She desperately picked up her dress from the floor and quickly put it on. Her fingertips shook so much she couldn't fasten the buttons properly. *(Someone's coming… what if someone comes…?)* Fighting back the urge to cry, she dashed out of the room. She ran down the emergency stairs and left through the hotel's back entrance. The cold air stabbed at her lungs. She jumped into a taxi and told them her destination. Greenwich. The "house" in Connecticut. But she couldn't imagine anything good waiting for her there, either. --- Greyson Residence, "Evergreen Manor." The grand white Georgian mansion shone quietly in the autumn sunlight. The grounds covered 40,000 square meters. It had thirty-two rooms and a beautiful rose garden. When Aria was a child, this place had been paradise. But now, what greeted Aria as she stepped through the front door was verbal abuse. "You shameless girl!" Victoria screamed from the top of the stairs. Her face was bright red, her finger trembling. Behind her, Lisa was theatrically dabbing a handkerchief at her eyes. "Big Sister… rumors are already spreading through society that you disappeared with a strange man. I can't believe it. How could you do this…?" "N-no! Lisa, you… you drugged me…!" "Don't make excuses!" A heavy voice echoed through the hall. Edward Greyson emerged from his study. His eyes were cold, devoid of any of their usual kindness. "You have disgraced the Greyson name. Get out." Aria was speechless. "Father, please listen…" "There's nothing to hear. Pack your things by tonight." A triumphant smile spread across Victoria's face. Lisa continued her fake crying. No one was on Aria's side. --- That night. It began to snow. Though it was the end of October, an unseasonable cold wave was hitting the East Coast. Clutching a single suitcase, Aria passed through the gates of Evergreen Manor. Inside were a few changes of clothes and a small amount of cash. She had managed to bring only one thing: a photo of her mother. The roses in the garden had all withered away. *(I'm sorry… Mother…)* When she turned back, warm light spilled from the windows of the house she had lived in for sixteen years. But that light no longer belonged to Aria. Snow piled up on her jet-black hair. Clenching her freezing hands, she started walking. Where should she go? What should she do? Without knowing, she just focused on moving forward. --- A few weeks later. A cheap inn in New York. In a place where the walls were thin and she could hear the TV from the next room perfectly, Aria clung to the toilet bowl. The nausea wouldn't stop. For the past three days, she hadn't been able to keep any proper food down. *(Maybe it's a cold…)* But it wasn't. She could feel the changes in her body herself. Her chest felt swollen. And above all, her period hadn't come. Driven by anxiety, Aria visited a free clinic. The examination room. She sat in a cold chair. A middle-aged female doctor looked at her chart and spoke. "You're pregnant. And—with quadruplets." For a moment, the world stopped. *(Qua… dru… plets…?)* Aria looked down at her stomach. A flat stomach that showed nothing yet. But inside it, there were four lives. The result of that night—with a man whose face she didn't even know. "What am I going to do…?" Her voice trembled. She had no money. No home. No one to rely on. How could she possibly raise children? But strangely, she couldn't bring herself to think, "I don't want them." *(These children… I will protect them…!)* For the first time, a strong light dwelled in her hazel eyes. A strength that had been gone ever since her mother died welled up from the depths of her heart. --- The bus headed north through snowy roads. Aria sat in a window seat, pressing her forehead against the cold glass. There were only a few other passengers on board. Everyone looked tired. Her destination was Brightwater, a small port town in southern Connecticut. It was the result of searching at an internet cafe for the town with the cheapest rent. The population was about 12,000. Its main industries were fishing and tourism, and though it was 45 kilometers from Manhattan, it seemed like a quiet town, a world away from Greenwich. *(A place where no one knows me… that's good.)* The snow was falling harder and harder outside. She arrived in town just past 8 p.m. Aria was the only one who got off at the bus stop. The bus quickly drove away, leaving her alone in a pure white world. A sign reading "Harbor Street" swayed in the wind. It seemed to be the main street, but all the shops were closed, and the streetlights were her only guide. She walked unsteadily. Her footprints were etched into the snow, only to be quickly erased by fresh snowfall. Cold. Hungry. Sleepy. The moment she thought she couldn't go on any longer, Aria collapsed into the snow. --- "Hey, are you alright?!" A small but strong voice called out. A woman was crouched down in front of her. Her black hair, streaked with white, was tied in a bun on top of her head. Her small, narrowed eyes were brown and as gentle as a crescent moon. She was about 155 centimeters tall. Her plum

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