Boss Love 1
Chapter 1
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Geneva Motley was still reeling, her soul barely stitched into this strange new body, when a stupidly handsome guy loomed over her, his voice sharp as a switchblade. “Geneva, this ain’t a chit chat. Sign the divorce papers. Now.”
Her insides churned, the pain so intense it felt like her soul was being ripped apart.
Sweat soaked her through, her body shaking like she’d been dunked in ice water, but the room packed with people just stared–eyes hard, accusing, like
she was the scum of the earth.
A snooty, middle–aged woman–decked out in high–end threads and looking like she’d never missed a facial–scoffed, her patience long gone. “Enough with the waterworks, Geneva. Your sister already said she’s sorry. Why’re you still clinging to Stan? Just hand him over already”
Then came the lecture, all fake concern and crocodile tears. “Sweetie, Stan was never meant for you. You only got hitched because Tabitha was off the grid.
“Look, hon, Stan was never yours to keep. You only got hitched ‘cause Tabitha was off the map. She’s back now, so do the right thing and bow out. Why’re you so dead–set on torching their love story? Can’t stand your sister getting a win, can ya?”
She kept piling on, like Geneva was the villain of the century. “Tabitha’s been through hell, raising that kid solo. While she was scraping by, you were kicking back with the Wheeler family, living the high life.
“Don’t you owe her something? She’s given up everything for you–cried herself sick, had full–on breakdowns over the guilt. You really gonna push her to breaking point? How’d I raise such a heartless daughter?”
Blah, blah, blah. On and on, like Tabitha’s every sob story was Geneva’s fault. Like she had to cough up her whole life to make things square.
But rewind and lay it all bare. Stan wasn’t some knight in shining armor. He’d played the poor, crippled sob story, fooling everyone, while whispers painted him as a brutal, ice–hearted bastard. Tabitha, spoiled and high–maintenance, wasn’t exactly thrilled to be engaged to him. So, the night before the wedding, she got sloppy drunk, wandered into some rando’s hotel room, and had a one–night stand that left her knocked up. Then she ghosted, ditching her family and the whole deal.
Scared of the Wheeler family’s rage, the Motleys didn’t blink before pushing their eldest, Geneva, to marry Stan in place of her sister Tabitha.
That marriage was a grueling five–year slog. Geneva took hit after hit–sneaky betrayals and ruthless schemes–trapped in the chaos of Wheeler family’s power plays. But now, after all the blood and tears, Stan had finally come out on top, sitting pretty as the king of the castle.
Then, a few months back, Tabitha strutted back into town, kid in tów. Stan locked eyes with her and bam–knew she was his fling from that hotel night.
Cue the trashy romance flick: he chased, she played coy, and soon they were knee–deep in a shameless, drama–soaked love affair. Blowout fights, steamy make–ups, and way too much time between the sheets. After a circus of soap–opera misunderstandings and “true love” hurdles, they were ready to seal
The deal
And Geneva? The pesky wife? She was the big, ugly roadblock in their fairy–tale romance. Now, here they all were, crammed in this room, staring her down like she was the devil incarnate. Not one of them had ever bothered to ask what she wanted. Not a single time.
vet somehow, they’d fipped the script. They acted like Geneva had snatched Stan right out of Tabitha’s arms, like he was her sister’s destined soulmate.
They demanded she step aside, hand over her husband, and grovel to make it right–like she was the one who’d done them dirty Geneva Motley
Ces dragged in a tagged breath, wrestling down the suffocating pressure in her chest. She fixed her icy stare on Salena Motley. “You done yapping?” che snapsed, woHce sharp as a trade.
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“What’s with the creepy stare?” Salena barked. “You gonna act like I’m full of it?”
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The old Geneva would’ve folded like a cheap lawn chair, but that girl was dead. Gone. The soul in this body just shared her name and wasn’t here to play
nice.
She cocked her head and tossed out the question the real Geneva never had the guts to ask,“You’re all gung–ho about me signing divorce papers. You ever stop to think what’s left for me when the dust settles?”
Salena didn’t even pause. “You’ve been holed up in this house forever. Nobody out there knows the Motley family’s got two daughters. You step aside, let Tabitha take your spot, and no one’ll blink.”
Geneva’s eyes flicked to her father. “Dad, you drinking this Kool–Aid too?”
Rocky Motley squirmed under her piercing look, guilt written all over his face. “Geneva, sweetheart, sometimes things just don’t pan out. But don’t sweat it–the Wheelers and I will hook you up, make sure you’re good.”
Back when Stan Wheeler was just a rumor–a volatile, wheelchair–bound nutcase–Rocky wouldn’t have let his darling Tabitha near him with a ten–foot
pole.
But now? Stan was no cripple. He was the Wheeler family’s top dog, head over heels for Tabitha, and they’d even popped out a kid. Naturally, he wanted his golden girl locked into that power, cementing the Motleys‘ connection to the Wheelers.
He cleared his throat, piling on, “Once you’re divorced, your mom and I will scout out a better guy for you. Tabitha’s had a rough go, you know that. Just… let her have this one.”
Geneva pressed a hand to her chest, where a faint, gnawing pain throbbed–the original Geneva’s heartbreak, so deep it clung to her bones even after death. Her family’s betrayal was a fresh wound, raw and stinging.
She let out a cold, jagged laugh. “You wanna play favorites? Fine, whatever. But let’s get one thing straight: I don’t owe Tabitha jack. Why the hell should I burn my life down to hand her a fairy tale?”
nephew! You’d just
sit there and let him grow up in a broken home, no dad in sight?”
Geneva arched an eyebrow, her voice dripping with venom. “Oh, come on. Was I the one who bailed on her wedding for a quick hookup? Did I get her knocked up?”
She scoffed, loud and bitter. Sure, they’d slap the “poor innocent kid” label on Barclay, but that brat was the spark that incinerated the original Geneva’s
world.
See, Geneva knew the truth–this wasn’t just life; it was a freaking novel, with Tabitha and Stan as the swoony, destined–for–glory leads. And Barclay? He was the overplayed “genius kid” trope, a pint–sized mastermind obsessed with stitching his parents back together.
Yeah, he was clever, but he weaponized that brain to torment Geneva, the so–called “other woman,” with a barrage of nasty pranks that left her bruised and broken.
The old Geneva took it on the chin, and everyone around her just cooed about how “adorable” it was. If she dared call it out, she was the villain.
Egged on by all the adults fawning over him, the little schemer went big, dreaming up a sick “joke” to have her kidnapped. Big mistake.
The lowlifes he hired weren’t messing around–they grabbed both Geneva and Tabitha for real.
When the kidnappers pocketed the ransom but griped it was chump change, they told Stan to pick one to cut loose.
Without a second’s hesitation, he chose Tabitha, leaving Geneva high and dry. When the crooks came back demanding more cash, Stan didn’t even pretend to give a crap.
Figuring they’d bled him dry, the kidnappers ditched Geneva–they were in it for the green, not to play grim reaper.
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But when Geneva finally dragged herself home, bruised and battered, everyone turned on her like vultures. They smirked, swearing she staged the whole thing, like she had it coming. Not one person stopped to think about the bone–deep fear she’d lived through, a young woman trapped in that hell. Nobody cared how her heart shattered when Stan strolled off with Tabitha, leaving her to rot.
This was where the new Geneva crashed the scene, right after the kidnapping, with Stan shoving divorce papers in her face.
In the original tale, Geneva fought tooth and nail to save the marriage, and Stan flipped his lid. He had her locked up in a psych ward, where, with everyone’s silent shrug, she withered away and died.
But this wasn’t that Geneva. This was a hardcore scientist from the Star Era, year 3025, who’d built the Soulforge Photon System to cut deals with souls across dimensions. She’d make their wildest dreams come true, and in return, she’d borrow their bodies to scoop up resources her time was desperate
for.
The original Geneva’s life was a straight–up tragedy. Her family didn’t give a damn, her husband was never in her corner, and friends? Yeah, right. She drifted through her short life like a ghost, unseen and forgotten.
Her dying wish was to live out loud, to stop being a nobody in someone else’s mushy love saga, to never be brushed off again.
And this Geneva? She was gonna make that wish come true, big time, or die trying.
