Reincarnated As The Supreme Witch He Never Forgot

In her first life, they called her Isabella. In her second, Celeste. In her third and fourth, names she no longer remembered. In this one, they called her Bella, and they had no idea what was coming. Her hands were covered in blood before she even opened her eyes. She had no way of knowing it was a memory. Bella woke from the same dream she had been having ever since her 19th birthday: an ancient stone altar carved with symbols she only understood in her dream, a strange woman’s voice that always told her to come home, and silver eyes that watched her from afar. She sat in the middle of her bed, gasping, fear and sweat all over her body. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened her eyes again, slowly looking down at her hands. She was shocked and scared at the same time. She closed her eyes again, counted to three, then opened them to look at her hands. To her surprise, her hands were clean like snow. She couldn't believe her own eyes, but she expected her hands to be red or dripping with red liquid. “If you are done dreaming,” a woman’s voice echoed from her doorway, “get your f*****g ass off the bed and go find a job.” Bella looked up at the time, it was 5:30 AM. “Please,” she begged. “Let me sleep for a few minutes.” The woman looked at her for a long moment. “I said get the f**k out of the bed,” she yelled at her. “Go clean the house. Now.” Bella wasn't surprised by her harsh words— because that was what she did every day, but she had not been feeling well for days. The woman knew about it, yet she refused to get her some medicine or allow her to rest. “Am I talking to a ghost?” the woman shouted again. “Do you want my kids to wake up before you even start? Do you want them walking on a dirty floor?” Without a word, Bella got off the bed, walked out of the room, and resumed her daily routine. She cleans the mansion every single day. She cleans the woman's daughter's room and bathroom while they are asleep. She flushed their poo every single day. She checked the time, it's 8:15 AM already, and she rushed out of the kitchen to take her bath and get ready for job hunting. “Where do you think you are going?” the woman asked from behind her. She turned around and said, “I am going to go get ready.” “Have you washed my daughter's clothes?” the woman asked her. “I have put them in the washing machine,” Bella replied. The woman walked to her, yelling at her. “How many times have I told you to wash their clothes with your useless f*****g hands?” “That's enough,” a male's voice from behind. They both turned back. Daniel was standing there; he was the woman's older son. “Mom, how long will you treat Bella like a maid?” he paused and looked at Bella. He saw nothing in her blue eyes except sorrow, then he looked back at his mom. “How can you treat your own niece like this? She is your twin sister's daughter, for God's sake.” “So what if she is my sister’s daughter?” Bianca snapped. “Am I the one who killed her parents? Should I just let her live in my house for free?” Daniel laughed out loud. “Your house?” He asked in disbelief. “Have you forgotten that this house belonged to Bella?” he paused. “Are you not satisfied yet—” “Shut up!” Bianca shouted at her son for the first time in her life. Yes, she has been a good mother to her kids, except for her niece. “No, mom, not today,” Daniel said angrily. “You forced Bella to transfer her parents' property into your name and sold everything after that to send Ashley abroad.” “I said stop!” Bianca said, slamming her hand hard on the dining table. “I won't, Mom,” Daniel yelled back at her mom for the first time. Furious, Bianca raised her hand to slap her son, but paused mid-air. Then, the sound of a hard slap echoed through the room like thunder. It was not on Daniel's face; it was on Bella’s face instead. Daniel's eyes widened. “Little bastard,” Bianca sounded furiously. “Are you happy now?” Another slap landed on her face. “My son shouted at me for the first time because of you.” “Mom-” “Sorry, Aunt,” Bella interrupted him, not wanting another crisis. “Sorry,” she said again and ran to the bathroom. I wonder how long she is going to remain quiet, how long she is going to endure this suffering. Because she has been through a lot ever since her parents died, but she has never once cried or said a word. She took a quick shower, dressed up, and walked out of the house. “Bella,” Daniel was already waiting for her outside. “You want to go out with an empty stomach as always?” Daniel asked, handing her a lunchbox. “Daniel—” She didn't finish her word when Daniel gave her money for transportation. “I have told you many times to always speak for yourself,” he paused. “Or is there anything else that you are hiding from me?” “Not…nothing,” she lied, looking down. Daniel looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “Thank you, Daniel,” she said softly, watching him head back inside. “Little witch,” Bianca’s voice sneered from the veranda. “Do you think you can have free food in my house?” she said, snatching the lunchbox from her. Thankfully, she didn't notice the money that Daniel gave her. “Remember you haven't paid your house rent for two months,” Bianca warned, leaning in close. “And if you dare tell this to anyone,” she paused and observed her for a moment. “You will never get your parents' ashes.” That was the greatest weapon. Bianca had been using her parents’ ashes to blackmail her for months, forcing her to pay house rent, food, and even utilities in her own house. She left there without a word again. She has gone to five companies, but she couldn't get a job, and she sat under a terminal scrolling through her phone to find any job, and she finally found one. She arrived at Kadashian’s building. She was greeted by the receptionist. A man walked her to the manager's office. “Sit down,” Mr Gabriel said. She did. He checked her CV and her qualifications. “Good, you are the perfect candidate for the position,” he said, standing up from his seat and standing right behind her. Because she could say a word, she felt his hand on her chest from behind. She stood up immediately and gave him a hard slap. “How dare you touch me?” she yelled at him. “You slap your boss?” he said furiously. “And you think you are going to get the job?” “And what makes you think I would work with an asshole like you?” she said, rushing out of his office instantly. Rain was starting to fall heavily when she reached outside the office. She walked for a few minutes. “Mama! Papa!” she screamed, falling on her knees, raising her hands to the sky; she couldn't hold her tears anymore. “Mom, Dad, why did both of you leave me alone in this wicked world?” She was crying heavily, her chest heaving. “Mama… Why does everyone treat me like this? What have I done wrong? Papa, please come and take me with you. I am fed up. I can't take this anymore.” Rain drenched her as the confession poured out of her throat. “Mom, do you know your sister has been blackmailing me with your ashes?” She made me do the house chores, I washed her daughter’s clothes, flushed their poo every single day! She didn't stop crying. Because she couldn't anymore. “God, why me?” she screamed into the storm. “You took my parents away from me on the same day, and I didn't complain. My own aunt stole my inheritance, and I remain quiet. I am paying rent in my own house, and I still believe in you, because I believe your time is the best! Why are you testing me like this, Lord? She gasped for air, rain mixing with her tears. “Please… send someone to rescue me. God, I am tired. I am dying inside,” Unexpectedly, the heavy pelting of the rain stopped whacking her face. She looked up and noticed a silver umbrella covering her from the rain.