The Red Witch

I remembered that night.

That pouring raining bight.

The rain continuing

It started to fall just after I found out my fiancé, David, and my sister, Rebecca, was in bed together - naked.

My heart shattered into pieces to see my future husband and my very own sister together.

David and I have known each other since we were kids. I've been in love with him since the first time I fell off the tree, and he saved me.

All the happy memories that we shared were shattered like broken glass. Each precious memories from our childhood to lovers were all lies. I'm partially to blame since I've been working and helping him with his business. I've spent all my time and money to help him and support him from one failed company to another, and not once did I complain. But suddenly, he successfully opened a restaurant with the help of my younger sister. She works in a bank that helped start David's restaurant.

I was thankful for her help, but every day Rebecca visits David while I'm not around. I was paranoid to think they had gotten closer than before, but I'd let it go since they were going to be family. Then whenever I was available to spend time with David, he would make excuses.

My anxiety increased when I followed him one night after closing the restaurant, but instead of going to our apartment, he drove to my sister's place.

I spied on him as he entered her apartment. Knowing her passcode to her apartment, I went inside and heard noises coming from her bedroom. As I grew closer to the door and the moaning noise volume increased. I opened the door to see the room dark, but the bed was creaking, and moaning was coming from the bed. And once I turned on the light, my heart sank and crashed into millions of pieces.

David and Rebecca were naked in bed and shocked to see me during their affair.

It was a mortified and heartbreaking scene to see two people I love doing this behind my back.

David tried to explain and assume it was a mistake. But the sound of him moaning and in bed with my baby sister tells me there was no need to explain.

I've busy myself with David, and he said we don't spend time with each other. But he doesn't understand. I work two jobs for him. I spent so much money on his failed businesses he doesn't appreciate it.

Witnessing such a scene broke my heart, and anger boiled inside to fill the empty void in my heart. Both the people I loved betrayed me. The first thing I did was picked up something heavy and hard and smash David's head. Hearing Rebecca's frightful scream, I glared at her and said, "You are no longer my sister.

I cried out my broke heart as I drove through the hard pouring rain. That is until two bright lights, the sound of a horn, and a flash of myself swerving inside my car while the car flips.

I opened my eyes from the rain droplets hitting my face as two servant men threw dirt on me. I remembered their mortified faces as I rose and had them screaming. As I looked around in an unfamiliar place, a needle prick-like feeling poked my brain as I remembered.

That pang hit my head and told me I wasn't in heaven but reincarnated.

And not reborn, but my soul has awake inside the body of Alice Von Rozen, the illegitimate daughter of a powerful and wealthy duke, Victor Von Rozen. This country I woke up to is called Whithold under King Augustus Whithold and the royal family.

I'm out here, wet and buried because I was assumed dead because of my little half-sister Rebecca and my fiancé, the crown prince of this kingdom who wanted me dead.

The odds that I have the same name in my previous life. The same goes for Rebecca and David.

Great.

Just when I left my previous life with those two sinners. I have to deal with them again in this new world. But reliving again from my past, I discovered something about this Alice.

She has magic.

Strong magic.

It's the birth of the Red Witch.

Since I can't go back to my old body, I have to get used to this body, younger and more powerful.

Now that I'm presumed dead, it's time to play into my little sister's games.

"Miss Alice," soft knocks from my door as Zayn, my beast-man bodyguard, approaches. "The carriage is ready for you."

Looking over my shoulder and at the same time, Lightning struck. "Thank you, Zayn. We must leave tonight if we want to get Whithold in the morning."

"My lady, are you sure you want to return to those people? After what they did to you. I don't want you to get hurt again once we go there."

I can see how worried he is for me since the people he was referring to are my family, who never once cared about me after I was presumed dead.

I smiled and reached to touch his face. He closes his eyes and inhales shakily from my touch. Once his eyes open, the beautiful gold ringlet around his pupil glows even if the moon behind me makes it brighter.

I never knew how much he has grown in the past five years, and I forgot he was that child back then. Zayn by my side made my life a little better. But the feeling of hate and anger still lingers inside for those people who had wronged me.

Zayn, a wolf beast, I saved him five years ago when he was a child being sold off on the black market. Beast people but other rare creatures are a rare and high price for rich folks to be used as tools.

Even in this world, trafficking still sickens me.

With a broken heart of betrayal and hatred, I minded my own business and attacked the traffickers without realizing it. I killed many of them with fire blazing behind me, and the victim's blood covered my entire body.

I realized the beast people, and one was following me without looking back.

It was Zayn.

He was a few younger than me. Long majestic jet black hair and beautiful golden eyes are intimating to look away. Zayn was the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, and, for some reason see myself in him.

I wanted to be alone while planning revenge and didn't want any company, but Zayn told me he needed to stay by my side. So many refusals, he never gave up that eventually, I decided to let him.

He grew more vital with me as my servant and bodyguard throughout the five-year journey. Although I didn't need a bodyguard, it was what made him happy.

"Let's go, Zayn."

"Yes, Miss Alice," he pulls up a smile revealing his perfectly white teeth with two canine teeth poking out.

He extended his hand and escorted me out of my castle as the gust of cold wind blew at me. A Bastian, my ghoul butler opened the carriage door, and Zayn helped me inside as he made his way in. The coach called out to the demon horses and galloped down the road.