A Sharp Tongue for My Sister’s Justice — Novel

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In the heart of Horizon University, the air crackles with tension and unspoken secrets, where Veronica returns to seek justice for her sister, who lies unconscious after a brutal betrayal. Armed with her sharp tongue and a fierce determination, she steps back into a world that once cast her out, ready to unravel the twisted web of lies that ensnared her sister. But can a reputation built on gossip withstand the weight of hidden truths?

As Veronica confronts the ruthless elite of the campus, she quickly finds herself embroiled in a dangerous game of retaliation, where every word can cut deeper than any blade. The taunts from her sister's tormentors are relentless, and the stakes rise with every confrontation. Can she outmaneuver the vicious Renee and her pack of followers, or will the past catch up with her?

With each revelation, the lines between friend and foe blur, and Veronica discovers that the quest for justice may demand more than just her razor-sharp wit. In a world where betrayal lurks around every corner, will she find a way to protect her sister’s honor, or will she become the very monster she seeks to destroy?

A Sharp Tongue for My Sister’s JusticeChapter 1

Veronica's POV

I’ve always had a sharp tongue. I love poking at people’s weak spots and spreading rumors.

When Laura Holt insulted my mom, saying she only gives birth to “losers,” I grabbed a megaphone and went straight to the village square, shouting, “Laura’s two sons: one looks like that butcher over in the east, the other like that carpenter in the west.”

That night, her husband took the night train home, dragged her to file for a divorce.

Another incident. Thomas Clark thought he was untouchable because he was the village secretary, so he grabbed half of our homestead.

In retaliation, I started whispering rumors about him everywhere. “Thomas sneaks into widows’ houses late at night. But he got cornered by the old woman’s mother-in-law in the woodshed and only got away after giving ten bucks.”

Within two weeks, he was removed from his post and avoided me every time.

But because of my big mouth, the village held grudges against me, so they slipped pesticides into our well every so often. Once, our wheat, which had just begun to sprout, burned up because of it.