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The Witch's Revenge: Reborn as His Trophy Mistress

NovelMaster · English · Theater: NovelMaster, Lang: English, Genre: Realistic, Genre: Romance, Genre: Male Fiction, Genre: Reborn, Genre: Fantasy ·

Theater: NovelMaster  |  Language: English

Synopsis

Tags: Witch, Rebirth & Revenge, Body Swap, Stand-in Lover, Face-Slapping the Scumbag
I was a witch who gave up my coven for an ordinary mortal man.
In the end, my lover told me he loved my body—but preferred my best friend's soul.
He dragged me to the sacrificial altar himself, stepping closer with a chilling smile:
"Elena, didn't you promise you'd give your life for me? How about I give you the chance to keep that promise right now?"
They ripped my soul out and stole my flesh.
When I opened my eyes again, it was three years later. I had become his kept mistress—the stand-in for my former self.
Turns out, after my death, Julian Thorne actually started missing the real me.
I never thought I would open my eyes again.
The youthful face in the vanity mirror was an eighty percent match to my old self.
This body belonged to Chloe Brooks. After Julian kept her as his sugar baby, she went under the knife three times just to look like me and please him.
Absorbing Chloe’s memories, I realized Julian only kept her around because her personality resembled mine back then.
To put it nicely, gentle and considerate. To put it bluntly, spineless and pathetic—a woman who erased herself just to satisfy the man she loved.
Julian pushed the bedroom door open, shirtless. He walked up behind me, gripped my chin in his hand, and studied my reflection through the glass.
"Baby, you look even more like her now. That timid look... it's identical."
I swallowed the rage and nausea churning in my chest, forcing a shy, submissive smile. "As long as you like it, Julian."
Julian kissed my hair in satisfaction. "I love it. I love it so much I can barely let you go."
"Alright." He let go of my chin and tossed a wetsuit onto the bed. "Time’s almost up. Get dressed, and I’ll take you to see the bioluminescent bay."
The smile froze on my face.
This wetsuit was one I had bought for myself four years ago.
Julian was a diving instructor.
Back then, I had begged him for years to take me night-diving under the glowing waters.
He finally agreed to take me for my birthday. I waited on the cold beach all night, full of hope.
Yet all I got was radio silence. He spent the entire night by Serena’s bedside because she had a mild fever—not even bothering to call me.
And now, what I had once begged for on my knees was handed to Chloe effortlessly.
Julian had even planned it himself.The underwater bioluminescence was breathtaking, shimmering like the future I once dreamed of.
Yet, like dying fireworks, it all dissolved into nothing.
By the time we returned to Chloe's villa, dawn was breaking.
Julian cupped my face gently. "Elena... God, I miss you."
I knew I should act like Chloe, playing the version of Elena he craved.
Yet the cold, merciless face from the sacrificial altar kept flashing in my mind.
Tied to the stone slab, I had begged him with my last shred of hope: *"Julian, did our vows mean nothing to you?"*
*"Tell me what I did wrong! I can change, I swear I can! Please, don't do this to me... I'm begging you!"*
All I received was his hollow cruelty. He looked at me as if I were a piece of discarded meat.
*"Don't blame me, Elena. Blame yourself for turning into such a submissive, boring coward. Where did your fire go? Why would I love someone like that?"*
*"I still love your body, though. It’s just that right now... I love Serena's soul more."*
He caressed my cheek:
*"Elena, didn't you say you'd die for me? I'm giving you the chance to keep your promise. That way, you and Serena will stay with me forever."*
Those icy words felt sharper than the blade that ripped my soul from my flesh.
He despised me for becoming timid, forgetting that he was the one who broke me.
He said he wanted a quiet, domestic partner, so I learned to cook, clean, and swallow my pride.
He was suffocatingly possessive, forbidding me from talking to another man, so I shut myself away from the world like a caged pet.
......
And in the end, all I got was his disgust, his betrayal, and a brutal murder.
The phantom agony of that death still made my limbs tremble.
Instinctively, I shoved him away. "Don't touch me!"
Caught off guard, Julian stumbled back, nearly falling.
His eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit. "Chloe? What's wrong with you?"
A jolt of terror snapped me back to reality.
I forced my expression to calm down, desperate for an excuse, but my lips trembled too hard to form words.
Fortunately, the doorbell rang.
Relief washed over me like a wave. "I-I'll get the door," I rushed out.When the door swung open, I came face-to-face with my own body.
More accurately, it was Serena Cross inhabiting my flesh.
She had once been my best friend.
We both came from the ancient coven, but not everyone was born with magic.
I was blessed with innate witchcraft from birth; she had none.
Growing up, I was an outcast, quiet and introverted. Serena was the only one who stepped into my world, pretending to care for me.
I considered her my closest sister. Whatever she liked, I gave her.
It wasn't until I was bound to that altar that I realized what she truly coveted: my magical gift, and my lover.
Her affection had always been poisoned by jealousy and malice.
A sharp sting burned across my cheek, snapping me back to reality.
Serena had slapped me across the face, glaring down at me with pure arrogance. "Bitch. You really think you're worthy of competing with me for Julian?"
I lowered my head, hiding my bloodshot eyes and burying the venom in my heart. I scurried behind Julian, trembling. "Julian, help me..."
Julian held my face, a fleeting flicker of irritation and pity in his eyes. He snapped at Serena, "What the hell are you doing? What if you ruin her face?"
"Good! Let her face be ruined so you stop running off to her every damn week!"
Serena pouted, grabbing Julian's arm. "Julian, how long has it been since you stayed home? I told you yesterday I wasn't feeling well, and you ignored me!"
Julian pulled his arm away with an impatient sigh. "You say you're sick every single time. When is it ever real?"
Serena whined, "I just want you to love me more! But all you care about is this slut. Tell me the truth—are you in love with her?"
Julian frowned. "Why are you getting worked up over her? She's just a plaything. You're my only wife."
"You'd better mean it," Serena sneered. "Just remember, I'm not Elena Vance. I don't swallow insults.
Half of your business empire was built on my magic. Letting you keep a little pet on the side is my absolute limit. If you forget your place again, don't expect me to lift a finger for you next time."
A murderous glint flashed in Julian's eyes. It was gone in a fraction of a second, but I caught it.
He leaned down, kissing Serena's eyelid, his tone honeyed and sweet. "I know, Serena. I see everything you do for me. I would never betray you."After soothing Serena and sending her away, Julian leaned against the doorway and lit a cigarette.
He had suffered from severe pneumonia years ago. Back then, for the sake of his lungs, I forbade him from smoking—it was the only time I ever stood up to him.
Even though I no longer cared whether he lived or died, muscle memory took over before my brain could stop it.
I reached out and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. "Stop smoking. It's bad for your health."
Julian froze. "What... did you just say?"
I panicked, quickly plastering on Chloe's meek persona. "Julian, I heard you coughing last night. I was just worried... I didn't mean to cross the line.
If you don't like it, I'll never do it again."
I held the cigarette back out to him with shaking hands.
Julian stared at me for a long time, a flicker of profound disappointment crossing his features before taking it back. "I'm losing my mind. For a second, I thought..."
"Thought what?"
"Nothing. You're just so much like Elena now. Not just your habits, but even your tone of voice is identical."
I gave him an eager, ingratiating smile. "I'll study Ellie even harder, Julian. Anything to make you happy."
Julian nodded vaguely.
"You're sweet like this. Unlike Serena. At first, I didn't notice, but now she's getting louder and more demanding by the day. She actually dared to threaten me today. I must have been out of my mind to pick her back then."
I purred softly, "Don't be angry, Julian. If you ruin your health over anger, it'll break my heart."
Julian pulled me into his arms, exhaling a plume of smoke. "I'm not angry. I'm just figuring out how to deal with her."
I smiled sweetly against his chest. Serena had boasted that Julian owed half his empire to her.
Recalling Julian's suspiciously smooth climb to the top over the past three years—and how his business rivals all suffered bizarre, fatal accidents—it was obvious Serena had used dark magic to pave his way.
No wonder I saw the black wisteria veins creeping up her neck earlier.
Serena had schemed to steal my innate magical talent, yet she had no idea that dark magic demands a steep price.
Every true witch bears an invisible wisteria vine starting from her ankle, visible only to true bloodlines.
Each time dark magic is abused, the vine creeps higher. Once the blossoms reach the crown of the head, death claims the soul.
Serena was an interloper in my body. She was blind to the curse mark and continued to recklessly cast hexes.
Fine. I'd sit back and watch her destroy herself with the very magic she stole.

Chapters (4)

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Chapter 1

Tags: Witch, Rebirth & Revenge, Body Swap, Stand-in Lover, Face-Slapping the Scumbag I was a witch who gave up my coven for an ordinary mortal man. In the end, my lover told me he loved my body—but preferred my best friend's soul. He dragged me to the sacrificial altar himself, stepping closer with a chilling smile: "Elena, didn't you promise you'd give your life for me? How about I give you the chance to keep that promise right now?" They ripped my soul out and stole my flesh. When I opened my eyes again, it was three years later. I had become his kept mistress—the stand-in for my former self. Turns out, after my death, Julian Thorne actually started missing the real me. I never thought I would open my eyes again. The youthful face in the vanity mirror was an eighty percent match to my old self. This body belonged to Chloe Brooks. After Julian kept her as his sugar baby, she went under the knife three times just to look like me and please him. Absorbing Chloe’s memories, I realized Julian only kept her around because her personality resembled mine back then. To put it nicely, gentle and considerate. To put it bluntly, spineless and pathetic—a woman who erased herself just to satisfy the man she loved. Julian pushed the bedroom door open, shirtless. He walked up behind me, gripped my chin in his hand, and studied my reflection through the glass. "Baby, you look even more like her now. That timid look... it's identical." I swallowed the rage and nausea churning in my chest, forcing a shy, submissive smile. "As long as you like it, Julian." Julian kissed my hair in satisfaction. "I love it. I love it so much I can barely let you go." "Alright." He let go of my chin and tossed a wetsuit onto the bed. "Time’s almost up. Get dressed, and I’ll take you to see the bioluminescent bay." The smile froze on my face. This wetsuit was one I had bought for myself four years ago. Julian was a diving instructor. Back then, I had begged him for years to take me night-diving under the glowing waters. He finally agreed to take me for my birthday. I waited on the cold beach all night, full of hope. Yet all I got was radio silence. He spent the entire night by Serena’s bedside because she had a mild fever—not even bothering to call me. And now, what I had once begged for on my knees was handed to Chloe effortlessly. Julian had even planned it himself.

Chapter 2

The underwater bioluminescence was breathtaking, shimmering like the future I once dreamed of. Yet, like dying fireworks, it all dissolved into nothing. By the time we returned to Chloe's villa, dawn was breaking. Julian cupped my face gently. "Elena... God, I miss you." I knew I should act like Chloe, playing the version of Elena he craved. Yet the cold, merciless face from the sacrificial altar kept flashing in my mind. Tied to the stone slab, I had begged him with my last shred of hope: *"Julian, did our vows mean nothing to you?"* *"Tell me what I did wrong! I can change, I swear I can! Please, don't do this to me... I'm begging you!"* All I received was his hollow cruelty. He looked at me as if I were a piece of discarded meat. *"Don't blame me, Elena. Blame yourself for turning into such a submissive, boring coward. Where did your fire go? Why would I love someone like that?"* *"I still love your body, though. It’s just that right now... I love Serena's soul more."* He caressed my cheek: *"Elena, didn't you say you'd die for me? I'm giving you the chance to keep your promise. That way, you and Serena will stay with me forever."* Those icy words felt sharper than the blade that ripped my soul from my flesh. He despised me for becoming timid, forgetting that he was the one who broke me. He said he wanted a quiet, domestic partner, so I learned to cook, clean, and swallow my pride. He was suffocatingly possessive, forbidding me from talking to another man, so I shut myself away from the world like a caged pet. ...... And in the end, all I got was his disgust, his betrayal, and a brutal murder. The phantom agony of that death still made my limbs tremble. Instinctively, I shoved him away. "Don't touch me!" Caught off guard, Julian stumbled back, nearly falling. His eyes narrowed into a dangerous slit. "Chloe? What's wrong with you?" A jolt of terror snapped me back to reality. I forced my expression to calm down, desperate for an excuse, but my lips trembled too hard to form words. Fortunately, the doorbell rang. Relief washed over me like a wave. "I-I'll get the door," I rushed out.

Chapter 3

When the door swung open, I came face-to-face with my own body. More accurately, it was Serena Cross inhabiting my flesh. She had once been my best friend. We both came from the ancient coven, but not everyone was born with magic. I was blessed with innate witchcraft from birth; she had none. Growing up, I was an outcast, quiet and introverted. Serena was the only one who stepped into my world, pretending to care for me. I considered her my closest sister. Whatever she liked, I gave her. It wasn't until I was bound to that altar that I realized what she truly coveted: my magical gift, and my lover. Her affection had always been poisoned by jealousy and malice. A sharp sting burned across my cheek, snapping me back to reality. Serena had slapped me across the face, glaring down at me with pure arrogance. "Bitch. You really think you're worthy of competing with me for Julian?" I lowered my head, hiding my bloodshot eyes and burying the venom in my heart. I scurried behind Julian, trembling. "Julian, help me..." Julian held my face, a fleeting flicker of irritation and pity in his eyes. He snapped at Serena, "What the hell are you doing? What if you ruin her face?" "Good! Let her face be ruined so you stop running off to her every damn week!" Serena pouted, grabbing Julian's arm. "Julian, how long has it been since you stayed home? I told you yesterday I wasn't feeling well, and you ignored me!" Julian pulled his arm away with an impatient sigh. "You say you're sick every single time. When is it ever real?" Serena whined, "I just want you to love me more! But all you care about is this slut. Tell me the truth—are you in love with her?" Julian frowned. "Why are you getting worked up over her? She's just a plaything. You're my only wife." "You'd better mean it," Serena sneered. "Just remember, I'm not Elena Vance. I don't swallow insults. Half of your business empire was built on my magic. Letting you keep a little pet on the side is my absolute limit. If you forget your place again, don't expect me to lift a finger for you next time." A murderous glint flashed in Julian's eyes. It was gone in a fraction of a second, but I caught it. He leaned down, kissing Serena's eyelid, his tone honeyed and sweet. "I know, Serena. I see everything you do for me. I would never betray you."

Chapter 4

After soothing Serena and sending her away, Julian leaned against the doorway and lit a cigarette. He had suffered from severe pneumonia years ago. Back then, for the sake of his lungs, I forbade him from smoking—it was the only time I ever stood up to him. Even though I no longer cared whether he lived or died, muscle memory took over before my brain could stop it. I reached out and snatched the cigarette from his fingers. "Stop smoking. It's bad for your health." Julian froze. "What... did you just say?" I panicked, quickly plastering on Chloe's meek persona. "Julian, I heard you coughing last night. I was just worried... I didn't mean to cross the line. If you don't like it, I'll never do it again." I held the cigarette back out to him with shaking hands. Julian stared at me for a long time, a flicker of profound disappointment crossing his features before taking it back. "I'm losing my mind. For a second, I thought..." "Thought what?" "Nothing. You're just so much like Elena now. Not just your habits, but even your tone of voice is identical." I gave him an eager, ingratiating smile. "I'll study Ellie even harder, Julian. Anything to make you happy." Julian nodded vaguely. "You're sweet like this. Unlike Serena. At first, I didn't notice, but now she's getting louder and more demanding by the day. She actually dared to threaten me today. I must have been out of my mind to pick her back then." I purred softly, "Don't be angry, Julian. If you ruin your health over anger, it'll break my heart." Julian pulled me into his arms, exhaling a plume of smoke. "I'm not angry. I'm just figuring out how to deal with her." I smiled sweetly against his chest. Serena had boasted that Julian owed half his empire to her. Recalling Julian's suspiciously smooth climb to the top over the past three years—and how his business rivals all suffered bizarre, fatal accidents—it was obvious Serena had used dark magic to pave his way. No wonder I saw the black wisteria veins creeping up her neck earlier. Serena had schemed to steal my innate magical talent, yet she had no idea that dark magic demands a steep price. Every true witch bears an invisible wisteria vine starting from her ankle, visible only to true bloodlines. Each time dark magic is abused, the vine creeps higher. Once the blossoms reach the crown of the head, death claims the soul. Serena was an interloper in my body. She was blind to the curse mark and continued to recklessly cast hexes. Fine. I'd sit back and watch her destroy herself with the very magic she stole.

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