I was cast out by my blood familly but returned back powerful for revenge - Poisonous fangs beneath the mask

Several weeks had passed since the Brightwater redevelopment plan was frozen. With the arrival of spring, vitality was beginning to return to the port town. Fishermen were setting out on their boats from early morning as usual, and the laughter of regular customers still echoed through the café "Tidal." Behind the counter, Aria exchanged a glance with Margaret, and they shared a small smile. (Things have finally settled down.) Just picturing the children's faces was enough to fill her heart with a gentle warmth. Though they were poor, a certain happiness existed here. But— Fate always chooses such moments to bare its fangs. Aria didn't know it yet. Over a hundred kilometers away in Manhattan, the ones who had cast her into hell were beginning to move again. ―――――――――――――――――――― Manhattan, Fifth Avenue. In the Grand Elysion's banquet hall, the "Salon Doré," people who seemed to radiate brilliance had gathered once again today. A crystal chandelier shone brighter than a diamond necklace, and champagne bubbled golden in the glasses of over a hundred invited guests. "Thank you all so very much for attending the 'Charity Fund for Future Children' gala this evening." The voice of the woman standing on the podium resonated through the venue via the microphone. Her large, platinum blonde ringlets swaying, her clear, jade-green eyes narrowed in a smile—her figure was as perfect as a painting. She wore a deep rouge on her lips. The small beauty mark right beside them added a dangerous allure to her beauty. Lisa Greyson. Now twenty-six years old, she wore the mask of the perfect "philanthropist" today as well. " Thanks to all of you, last year we were able to deliver educational opportunities to three thousand underprivileged children. I am truly, truly grateful." As she bowed deeply, generous applause erupted from the hall. "As expected of Lady Lisa." "So young, yet what a wonderful aspiration." "The Greyson family's future is secure." Lisa responded to the voices of praise from all around with a lovely smile. However, her gaze wasn't on the faces of the applauding gentlemen and ladies. (Serves you right. I'm on this side of the fence.) Cursing inwardly, Lisa descended from the podium like a queen. Her stride as she returned to the waiting room was swift and rough, like a different person. Her ten-centimeter high heels clattered violently against the marble corridor. " ...I told you not to let anyone come." The moment she closed the door, she coldly snapped at her personal secretary. The man in his mid-thirties gasped for a moment at Lisa's sudden change in attitude, then immediately nodded. " The report?" She sat in front of the dresser, not looking at her reflection in the mirror, and held out her hand to the secretary. With trembling hands, the secretary offered a brown envelope. " It's from the usual detective agency. Regarding your elder sister who left home..." " Don't call her my sister. That woman is just—" Lisa roughly pulled the documents from the envelope. In that instant. Her hand stopped dead. " ...What is this?" Over a dozen photographs taken by the detective. Brightwater—a shabby port town she had only seen on a map. In front of a run-down apartment there, a woman walking with a shopping bag in her arms. Jet-black hair reaching her waist. A sharp jawline. Aria Greyson. And around her, running and laughing—four small shadows. " ...Children? Four...? And they all look the same..." Lisa stared intently at the note written in the corner of the photo. Subject (Aria Greyson, 28) gave birth to quadruplets five years ago. Father unknown. Currently living as a café clerk in a low-income apartment in Brightwater, Connecticut. —Quadruplets. " ...N-no way...!" An uncontrollable laugh escaped Lisa's lips. She thought it was bad for only a moment. The laughter quickly turned into a joy welling up from the bottom of her gut. " Ahah, ahahahaha! To think that piece of trash wasn't just alive, but she even popped out brats!? And four of them!? This is hilarious!" She grabbed the photo and slowly licked her lips, perfectly colored with lipstick. Her jade eyes glinted sharply, like a cat's with dilated pupils. " Secretary. Sorry, but could you leave us for a moment?" "Y-yes!" After confirming the man had crawled out of the room, Lisa took out her smartphone and quickly pressed a speed dial. The other party picked up on the first ring. " Mama, listen. So, the detective contacted me—" On the other end of the line was her mother, Victoria Greyson. Her voice trembling with excitement, Lisa read the contents of the report aloud. " That woman, not content with just being alive, she went and had four brats. She's squirming around like a cockroach in some slum called Brightwater. Can you believe it? She's saving us the trouble of killing her and exposing her own shame!" Victoria said something on the other end of the line. In response, Lisa smiled an icy smile. " Yeah. ...Right, you think so too, Mama? The trust clause. Eleanor's—that half-dead former wife's—worst parting gift. The lawyer said it becomes invalid if she's kicked out of the house by age twenty-five, but as long as that woman is alive, who knows when it could be legally dredged up again. We can't let the Greyson family's 1.4 billion dollars go to a trash woman like that." Her voice was as sweet as honey. But her words were nothing but poison. " Don't worry. ...I've thought of a good method. A way to completely 'erase' that trash woman, once and for all." ―――――――――――――――――――― Late that night. At the Greyson residence "Evergreen Manor" in Greenwich. In the study on the second floor, up the grand Georgian staircase, two women held a secret meeting. The fireplace flames eerily flickered the shadows cast in the room. Sprawled lazily on a leather sofa was Lisa's biological mother, Victoria Greyson. True to her past as a top model, her beauty hadn't faded even now. Rather, like a seasoned snake, she radiated a more cunning and dangerous gleam. " So, what's this 'good method' you mentioned?" Victoria asked her daughter, wafting smoke from a slender pipe. The strong scent of perfume mixed with the cigarette smoke, making it almost suffocating. Pointing at the detective's report spread out on the table, Lisa began to explain excitedly. " Look at this house. The heating doesn't even work properly, the walls are covered in mold. And Aria, since being kicked out that night, has been living on just twelve dollars an hour from a café. If we report this to Child Protective Services, it's an instant game over, right? Raising quadruplets in a squalid environment, guardian neglect." " ...A report. Fine. But we absolutely must not let the Greyson name come out. If it's discovered, it won't just ruin the philanthropist image you've built. The family itself will be finished." " I know. I'll do it anonymously. I'll make it from a 'concerned neighbor.' Also, my alibi is perfect. I'll post on social media now about how 'I'm so worried about my runaway sister.' That way, even if Aria says something later, we can push it aside as 'a pitiful sister resenting the wrong person,' right?" Lisa laughed innocently, as if explaining the strategy for a new game. Victoria looked at her daughter with satisfaction. " And then, once the brats are taken into custody after the report, that's the main event. Mama has an old acquaintance who's an inspector at Child Protective Services. If we disperse the children to suitable foster homes, Aria will be completely broken mentally. Then she won't have the capacity to think about the 1.4 billion dollars anymore. Really, that child is nothing but trouble." " Serves her right. Trash should act like trash and disappear to the bottom of the sea!" A log crackled in the fireplace. The blazing flames, however, did not warm the air in the study. ―――――――――――――――――――― The next morning— Brightwater. Aria woke up a little earlier than usual and was getting the children ready for school. Emma, the eldest daughter, checked her brothers' clothes for lint before putting on her own backpack. " Mama, we're going now." " Luca, did you eat breakfast? You have to eat properly, or you'll get hungry at school." Sofia spoke while patting the head of Luca, the smallest of them. " ...I ate." " I got picked for the relay team today!" Leo, the youngest, puffed out his chest with pride. They all looked similar, but he was the most energetic and mischievous one. Just watching the four children interact filled Aria's heart. (Yes. As long as I have these children, I—) It was then. BANG BANG BANG!! Aria's shoulders jumped at the sound of the door being pounded violently. It was a knock like a debt collector's. " Child Protective Services! We've received a report and are here to investigate!" Aria's mind went blank for a moment at the cold voice from beyond the door. Before she could unlock it, the door was forced open from outside. In came a woman in a black suit, a large bald man, and a police officer. " W-what is this, all of a sudden...! Please, listen to me, the report must be some kind of mistake—" Aria shouted, hiding her four children behind her back. " We received an anonymous report stating that 'quadruplets are being abused and neglected in a squalid environment.' We will inspect the room. The children will be taken into temporary protective custody." The woman in the suit spoke in a mechanical tone devoid of emotion, then ignored Aria's protests and stomped into the room with her shoes on. The man traced the mold on the wall with his finger, glanced at the thermometer, and sneered. " I see. Heating is broken, temperature is below ten degrees Celsius. Mold growth is visible. This is no environment to raise children." " That's not true! I've asked the landlord countless times to fix the heating, and the mold comes back right after I clean it—and besides, my children aren't wanting for anything! Their clothes are properly warm—" Aria desperately argued. But her words fell on deaf ears. The larger officer silently grabbed the arm of Leo, the youngest. " S-stop it! Mama, Mama!!" Leo screamed and cried. " Stop it! Let go! We didn't do anything wrong!!" Emma, the eldest, tried to bite the officer's hand, while Sofia just trembled and sobbed. Luca was frozen in terror, unable to make a sound. " Please, just not the children...! I'll do anything, investigate all you want, but just for now—" Aria fell to both knees in front of the suited woman. As if rubbing her forehead on the floor, she bowed her head over and over. But the woman's eyes remained as cold as a doll's. " We are investigating, which is why we're separating them. Mother." The three adults scooped up the four small children like luggage and, in no time, carried them out of the apartment. " MAMAAAA!!" " Mama! Mama, help!!" The children's cries echoing in the hallway grew further and further away. Footsteps descending the stairs. The sound of the front door slamming shut. " NOOOOOOOOOO!!" Aria let out a scream as if her own heart had been torn out, and rushed outside to chase after them. But her legs got tangled. She hit her knee hard on the stairs, the skin splitting and blood seeping out. Even when she tried to stand, she had no strength, as if her hips had given out. Outside, a white CPS van was parked. Through the rear window, she could see the small, sobbing faces of Emma and Sofia. " Emma! Leo! Sofia! Luca!" The moment she called their names, the van door was heartlessly shut, and the engine started. With disheartening quietness, the van drove off down Harbor Street. Unable to stand, Aria remained collapsed on the asphalt, crying and screaming until the van was out of sight. ―――――――――――――――――――― " ...What in the world happened here!?" It was shortly after that Margaret came running up to the apartment, out of brea

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