Zosia: Quick Transmigration System
Chapter 123 - 121- Arc 4

Kilian who had left In a fit of anger, returned upon remembering that today was the day Auriel had been thrown out of the house.

He came back to take her home, even though he was still angry at her.

Upon returning, he happened to hear her friends talking behind her back.

"Tsk... They finally broke up." Oriel said, her black hair cascading as her gaze was still on the place Auriel last stood.

"I can finally try my luck." The other girl in the group said, "Auriel is quite lucky to have such a boyfriend, unfortunately, she doesn't deserve it."

Kerry couldn't stand their words and had to speak up, "Guys, how could you even say that? We should be comforting her or trying to bring them back together."

"Tsk... Oh! Please. It is not like you don't know her attitude. If she wasn't part of the Queens, she'd probably be like us, looking for whom to attach to." The boy in the group couldn't help but chime in.

"You!" Kerry pointed at them in disbelief. Since when have all of them started talking about Auriel like that.

"She will soon lose that status.. just soon enough, it shouldn't be long." Oriel added, her gaze flickered with a hint of hatred and schadenfreude.

Kilian who had heard all their conversation, couldn't help but frown.

His frown was not only due to the kind of friends Auriel had but also, how had the black haired girl known that Auriel would no longer be part of the Queens.

"Could she also be reborn like me?" He thought Inwardly.

He decided to leave, besides he didn't owe Auriel anything.

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Zosia, now fully merged with Auriel's memories, stood alone in front of the house.

Her gaze drifted to the bags outside the lawn, a stark reminder that she should enter her acting mode.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Zosia walked up the steps and pushed open the heavy front door of the mansion.

The hall was eerily quiet, Inwardly, she couldn't help but frown.

"Where was everyone?" She muttered.

Spotting the housekeeper, Mr. Rowan, wiping a silver vase nearby.

"Mr. Rowan," she called as she approached him.

"Why are my things outside?" she asked with a frown.

He looked up, almost startled, and set the vase aside. "Your brother ordered it, Miss Auriel."

Her brow furrowed. "Where is he?"

"Living room, miss," he replied, gesturing down the hallway with a tilt of his head.

With a curt nod, Zosia (Auriel) strode past him and headed for the living room, her footsteps echoing through the quiet corridors.

The sight that greeted her in the room was that of the host's older brother, seated casually on the plush couch, and was deep in a conversation with a girl who practically radiated the white lotus halo—Aisha, the daughter of the Queens, unlike her.

Zosia braced herself for the upcoming drama.

"Brother," Zosia's voice cut through the air, quite sharp but just enough to display her anger.

"What is the meaning of this? Why did you have them throw my stuff outside?"

Damian, turned his cold gaze toward her, his lips curving into a smirk.

"Ah, Auriel. Finally decided to grace us with your presence?" he drawled, not bothering to stand up. His tone was casual, almost mocking, as if her anger was no more than a source of mild amusement to him.

Zosia tightened her grip on the strap of her handbag, reminding herself to stay calm.

"I asked you a question, Damian. Why is my stuff outside?"

He sighed, stretching his arms across the back of the couch. "I thought it was fairly obvious. You don't belong here anymore."

Aisha's lips twitched with a barely concealed smile. Blinking her eyes to make them watery, she lowered her body like she was timid, unwilling to say too much.

"What do you mean by that?" Zosia asked in return, her gaze cold but not as cold as Damien's.

To her, she just needed to play her part, stay safe and complete the host mission.

She wasn't interested in playing house with them or playing the role of the fake sister or fake heiress in the story of the true heiress return etc.

Damian let out a slow, mocking laugh. "What do I mean?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at her with that cold, calculating gaze.

"Let's not play pretend, Auriel. You know you're not really one of us. Did you think we wouldn't find out?"

Her eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, drop the act," he sneered. "I know you're aware that Aisha is the true daughter of the Queens. And knowing how wicked you can be, I am sure you must have been plotting on how to kill her."

Zosia rolled her eyes and said, "Wicked?! Oh please!"

Just then, her younger brother appeared at the top of the stairs, rubbing his eyes and looking disoriented.

"Sis?" he mumbled, his voice soft, still thick with sleep. "What's going on?"

Zosia threw a glance his way before looking back at her older brother.

"If I wanted Aisha gone, I would've done it. Why would I need to go out of my way to get her a scholarship and even bring her to this city, to be under your nose?"

Damian's face hardened, his composure wavering slightly. He hadn't expected her to counter so directly.

Aisha quickly interjected, a tremor in her voice as she looked between the two siblings, playing her part to perfection.

"Please, I didn't mean to cause trouble. I only wanted to reconnect with my family…"

Zosia turned to her, her expression neutral. "Then maybe you should try doing that without spreading rumors about me. If you wanted a warm welcome, Aisha, perhaps manipulating my family against me wasn't the way to go."

Aisha's eyes filled with feigned tears, and she clutched Damian's arm. "I… I don't know what she's talking about, Brother. I never said anything against her!"

"Oh! So quick to call him brother." Zosia thought inwardly as she sneered at the white lotus act.

Damian scoffed, his gaze flicking back to Zosia. "Oh, of course, you'd accuse her. Always the victim, aren't you, Auriel?"

Zosia took a steadying breath, feeling the weight of her task settle over her. "You've already made up your mind about me, haven't you, Damian? No matter what I say, you'll always believe the worst."

He shrugged dismissively. "Maybe I just finally see you for who you are."

Her younger brother at the stairs, watching the tension with wide eyes, piped up, "Brother, who is that? And why are you shouting at sister?"

His puberty like voice caused them to look at him.

"She is no longer your sister and you should understand that.

Also your real sister is Aisha." He said, holding Aisha's hand firmly.

"I don't care whether I am real or fake, just tell them to get my things back to my room." Zosia immediately interjected, unwilling to continue the charade.

She knew that she would still have to leave and needed to start packing but having her stuffs thrown out like that was a no go.

Damian sneered. He was about to say something when their parents entered.

"Damian, did you tell the housekeeper to throw Auriel's stuff out?" A lady who looked to be in her early thirties spoke.

Zosia glanced at the lady, internally seizing her up. The lady was none other than Damian and Chris's parents.

As Zosia sized up the woman who had just entered, she couldn't help but note her youthful appearance, almost ageless despite nearing her fifties.

"Looks so young for her age," Zosia mused inwardly.

In Auriel's memories, Zosia recalled that this woman, Keira, was her father's second wife.

Auriel's mother, the first wife, had passed away after giving birth. Only a year later, her father remarried Keira, who brought her son, Damian, into the family.

Though technically Auriel's half-brother, Keira never let her forget their bond was less than whole, even if they shared the same father.

Damian shifted uncomfortably, his eyes dropping as he answered, "Yes… yes, ma." His voice held a hint of remorse.

Keira glanced at him, the slight furrow in her brow conveying a mixture of reprimand and subtle disappointment.

"Don't do that again," she murmured, her tone firm but quiet. She cast a brief, dismissive look at Auriel, her dislike barely concealed.

If not for the family's insistence that her husband marry his first wife, Keira would have been the one Ashton would marry first and she wouldn't have to bear the subtle insults thrown to her by other madams.

Damian, looking chastised, offered a small nod.

Zosia watched as the housekeeper alongside some other servants took her stuff back to the host room.

"When your father comes back, we will discuss this in detail." Keira said, her voice firm and filled with authority.

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