Boss Witch Revenge : Hell Hath No Fury Like a Sister Scorned
Our twenty-first birthday was supposed to be the night my twin and I would never forget--the night we got our witchmarks. But something goes horribly wrong, and Angelica doesn't get hers. What should've been the best night of our lives quickly turns into one of the worst.
Soon after, things start to go wrong. Our mom, who had always loved her "little moon" (me) and her "little sun" (Angelica) equally, suddenly sides with Angelica on everything. Then, my friends start to behave oddly around me. But it gets even worse. The company we started together as sisters votes to oust me? Shocked, I go to my long--term boyfriend, Orion Locklear--the boy I have loved my whole life--for comfort, only to find him and Angelica in her room...naked.
How could she do all this to me? Not only as a sister, betraying everything we once shared....but as a powerless markless? I'm the one who got the witchmark, not her! Yet I wasn't able to stop any of this from happening. Something isn't adding up.
I refuse to sit back any longer and let her continue to ruin my life. It's time to claw my way back up to the top and reclaim everything she took from me...even if it means I have to join hands with witch-kind's historical mortal enemies: the super powerful, super rich Hunter family--yup, they used to hunt witches, and only stopped when we agreed to give up Black Magic. Oh, and of course, the guy I'm assigned to work with, Miles Hunter, has to be super hot, too. Seven Hells! Can't a girl catch a break?
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Chapter 3
Starting the twenty-first birthday celebration at midnight left me exhausted by the time mom brought me home, early in the morning. I think both of us were hoping Angelica would already be there waiting for us.
But she wasn't.
"Don't worry about her," Mom said, masking her nervousness with a warm smile that didn't reach her light green eyes. "She'll come back when she's ready. I know she will."
I nodded, returning her weak smile, and went up to my old room. Angelica and I still had bedrooms at our parent's house, even though we also had an apartment we shared closer to the company we own together downtown. It was moments like this one that I was grateful mom always kept an inviting space for me to return to: despite the worry and sadness I felt towards my twin, I was able to sink straight into sleep.
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"Happy birthday, babygirl," a familiar voice says softly, close to my face, gently drawing me out of my dreams.
Orion!
My eyes open with a smile already on my face.
"Beloved!" I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the bed with me. He pulls me close and holds me tightly in his arms before attacking my face all over with light kisses.
Muah! Muah! Muah!
"Orion!" I giggle. But then his mouth is on mine, his hot, sweet mouth, and I forget everything else around us. His hands start to roam and I feel him groan into my mouth when he realizes there's nothing underneath the baggy t-shirt I threw on to sleep in.
One hand heads to my breast, where he pinches my nipple—I arch my back in response. Damn! That little shock of pleasure gets me every single time. He knows just where to touch me…
His other hand heads between my legs, where he slides his middle finger along my slick entrance. He groans again as he pushes his finger inside me, and soon I'm moaning.
"Shhh, baby," Orion whispers after breaking our kiss. "You don't want to get caught here, do you?"
I bite my lower lip and shake my head, 'no.' He slowly pushes a second finger inside me...
Orion is the only man I've ever been with. He is my first and only love. He took my virginity, and I took his, the summer after we graduated high school. We know each other's bodies intimately, inside and out.
So, I know he must be painfully hard by now.
I grab him by the shoulders, and he lets me toss him underneath me—otherwise, there would be no way I could budge his 6'4" built frame. He thinks it's cute when I try to, though. His blue eyes sparkle while he watches me, excited to see what I’ll do.
Once he's under me, I undo his jeans and slide them off, then his boxers. He understands the assignment and rips his shirt off. Sure enough, his huge dick is rock hard and glistening with precum. My mouth waters—I love how he tastes!
I can't help it. I lick my open lips and bend over to take him in my mouth, and the next moment, he's the one biting his lip to keep his moans in check.
He doesn't let me suck him for long. Orion pulls my shirt over my head and grabs my waist to lift me over his cock, all so I can slowly slide down on him. Inch by agonizingly delicious inch. And it feels fucking amazing!
It’s been over a week since we’ve slept together, and I absolutely love it when our bodies join back together like this. Like two pieces finally becoming whole again. He just feels so RIGHT when he’s inside me, like he belongs there.
We lock lips while I ride him, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Who knew trying to stay so silent was such a turn-on? But just when I feel that glorious orgasm about to burst within me, I break away so I can whisper in his ear, "I'm gonna cum! Please cum with me..."
Orion groans and grips my hips, then slams his cock deep inside me one, two, three times before I feel his hot cum at the same time as my orgasm takes over. I grab a fistful of my sheets and cover my mouth since it's impossible to stop the sounds I'm making. At the peak, I’m pretty sure I shove a fistful of sheet inside my mouth to bite down on.
Orion buries his face in my hair and grabs my butt, gently rocking my hips so I can ride out my orgasm. He calls them my “aftershocks.”
"I love you," I say to him, kissing his cheek, "I love you so much."
"Mmm," he growls into my messy hair, then kisses my temple. "I love you, too, babygirl."
He pulls me tightly into his arms. “Happy birthday, Jezzie.”
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9.4
"You are only making things difficult for us." he said. "Just sign the papers and let's get this over with."
As I opened my mouth to speak, I noticed that the wardrobe was slightly opened. Curious, I began to walk towards it.
"Emily, what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
But I ignored him. I lifted a trembling hand, gripped the handle, and opened the wardrobe. My heart sank.
"Abby?"
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Although, she's heard a few times, but Emily has refused to believe that her husband, Marcus has been hanging around with different ladies, and sometimes he brings them home.
Even though she's hurt, but as long she doesn't come across or trade words with any of those ladies, then she's fine with it. And she was, but not until she finds one hiding naked in the wardrobe. Not just any woman, but her own sister, Abby.
Rather than apologizing to Emily, Marcus asks for a divorce and tells her to leave. To make matters worse, Abby is pregnant for him. Feeling betrayed, Emily attempts taking her own life. But fortunately, she survives. A month later, she returns as the wife to a wealthy billionaire.
Now she's ready to get her revenge. Just how far can Emily go to see her ex-husband and sister suffer?
9.1
I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five.
But Silas didn't say "I do."
He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone.
He left me for a waitress named Lola.
The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash.
When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize.
He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress.
He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her.
He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps.
He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void.
Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle.
The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen.
"Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?"
I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me.
"I do," I whispered.
Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me.
9.0
I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge.
The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations.
When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me.
I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up.
My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor.
"Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light."
By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.
9.3
Molly was once the most feared underworld princess, a ruthless hacker who could burn empires with a few keystrokes. But betrayal claimed her life in flames, until fate gave her a second chance.
She wakes up in the fragile body of another Molly, this one a disgraced pop idol, mocked by the media and abandoned by fans. With sharp instincts, a predator's patience, and her past life's cunning, Molly vows to rebuild this new life on her own terms. No more weakness. No more humiliation.
But walking this path means crossing Kelvin Brass, the cold, calculating CEO who never believed in her, and who now finds himself intrigued by her sudden transformation. The world expects the same washed-up starlet. Instead, they see a woman reborn, sharper than before, deadlier than they could ever imagine.
As Molly steps back into the entertainment world, every move shocks those around her. With a mind built for war and survival, she turns stages into battlegrounds, scandals into weapons, and rivals into stepping stones. But even she can't deny the pull of Kelvin Brass, whether as an enemy, an ally, or something dangerously in between.
In a city of lights and lies, Molly must master her double life: an idol rising from ashes by day, and a shadow of her old underworld self by night. One thing is certain, anyone who underestimates her will regret it.
8.2
In my previous life, I, Claire Holloway, was eight months pregnant, kneeling in a storm, begging Lucas Ashford to save the bankrupt Holloway family.
But he held his first love, Vanessa Wren, in his arms, looking down at me with cold disdain.
"The Holloway family's downfall was orchestrated by me. Did you really think I'd fall for a spoiled rich girl like you? If it weren't for getting my revenge today, I'd have found even touching you disgusting."
In despair, I died that freezing night—two lives lost with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was diagnosed with pregnancy.
Lucas was gently peeling shrimp for me, smiling as he asked what kind of diamond ring I wanted.
I looked at his hypocritical face and let out a quiet, cold laugh.
This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
9.2
I died as the "Queen," an elite assassin who leveled criminal syndicates, only to wake up in a damp trailer smelling of rot and stale tobacco. My new body belonged to Arleen Brewer, a malnourished teenager with a failing heart and a life defined by systemic poverty.
A flickering blue light in my mind identified itself as a System, offering a devil's bargain: survive this life, and I could resurrect my dead brother, Dusty. To earn his return, I had to endure my alcoholic stepfather’s rage and a body so weak it struggled to even stand.
At my elite prep school, the rich kids treated me like a walking corpse, covering my desk in trash and mocking my heart condition. Even my fiancé, Shen Wenyu, publicly branded me as "unstable" and stood by while the school's golden boy tried to humiliate me.
They expected me to wither away, but they didn't realize a wolf was now wearing the sheep's skin. I shattered the bully’s nose with a metal tray and tore up my engagement contract in front of a stunned auditorium, only to be met with immediate threats of lawsuits and expulsion.
I didn't understand how the original Arleen survived this suffocating injustice without breaking, but as the Queen, I was ready to turn this school into a war zone.
Then Hale Clemons, the most dangerous man in the city, cornered me outside the principal's office. He saw through my mask, realizing his very presence was the only thing keeping my failing heart from stopping.
"I’m not buying your loyalty," he said, handing me a gold-embossed card. "I’m investing in a weapon."
I took the deal, ready to use his power to bring my brother back and bury everyone who ever looked down on Arleen Brewer.