Swapped: His Dead Wife's Revenge

June’s POVI stared at him, my chest heaving with rage and disbelief. “You wouldn’t dare chase me out of my own house,” I said, my voice shaking. “All of this belongs to me. You’re here because of me. What are you even saying right now?”Frederick laughed like I’d just told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “Oh, blah blah blah. Are you done with your speech?” He took a step closer, his eyes cold and cruel. “Or should I remind you that you gave everything to me? You had no interest in your father’s company because you were a lazy ass bitch. You don’t know fucking anything.” He gestured around the room. “And well, I made use of it and here we are in this beautiful paradise. If you had left things in your care, you’d probably be begging for food by now, so don’t come here and lecture me.”My throat tightened. “Still, this belongs to me,” I said weakly, knowing even as the words left my mouth how pathetic they sounded.“Oh, it doesn’t.” Frederick’s smile widened as he reached over and to

June’s PovWhen I opened my eyes again, the room was quieter. The woman was sitting beside my bed, scrolling through her phone, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the screen.I tried to speak, my throat still raw and dry. “What… happened?”She looked up immediately, her face lighting up with relief. “Oh my God, my baby, you’re awake!” She set her phone down and leaned closer. “Sarah and Amelia just left not too long ago. Your father will be here soon. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”My father?“What happened?” I asked again, my voice stronger this time.She reached for my hand, squeezing it gently. “You were on your way to pick up the ring for the wedding, and then you had an accident. You fell unconscious for five days. Five whole days.” Her voice cracked. “Your father with his crazy theories and all, I don’t know what happened, but thank God you’re alive now.”Wedding? Ring? None of this made any sense.“Dad?” I whispered.“Yeah,” she said with a small smile. “You know how he is

June’s POVI stood frozen in that room for what felt like hours after Betty left. My whole body was shaking. Not from cold, but from pure fear and confusion.Betty didn’t know I was June. She thought I was Chloe. Which meant Betty had been sleeping with Frederick and Chloe at the same time? Or did Chloe know about Betty and Frederick? My head hurt trying to piece it all together.But that didn’t matter right now.What mattered was getting out of here.I started searching the room frantically, pulling open drawers, checking the nightstands, looking under the bed. I needed a phone. Any phone. I had to call Blue. She was the only person in the world who could help me. The only person who would believe me.The drawers were full of expensive clothes I didn’t recognize. Designer labels. Things I could never afford in my old life. Chloe’s clothes.No phone.I checked the closet. More clothes. Shoes that cost more than my rent used to be. Jewelry boxes with diamonds and pearls.Still no phone

Nikolai’s PovI walked straight to my office after leaving Chloe in the sitting room with the lawyer. I didn’t look back. Didn’t want to see her pathetic face anymore.The moment I closed the door behind me, I went straight to the bar and poured myself a whiskey. No ice.I downed it in one gulp and poured another.What the fuck had I gotten myself into?Chloe Russell was now legally my wife. The papers were signed. The deal was done. And I hated every second of it.I sat down in my leather chair and stared at the amber liquid in my glass.She’d chased me for months. Months. Showing up at my office, at business events, at the gym, at restaurants. Always there with that desperate smile, those pleading eyes. Touching my arm. Laughing too loud at things that weren’t funny. Begging for my attention like a dog begging for scraps.Her father had connections I needed. Business partnerships that would expand my empire. And Chloe made it clear that marrying her was the price of those connection

June’s POVI couldn’t move.Couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t do anything except sit there on the edge of that bed and stare at Nikolai McCoy as he stood in my doorway like he owned everything in the world.Which, in this house, he probably did.“I said take it off,” he repeated. His voice was calm. Too calm. Like he was asking me to pass him a glass of water.“Nikolai, I—”“Did I stutter?”He stepped further into the room. One step. Then another. Each one slow and deliberate. Like a predator who knew exactly where his prey was and had all the time in the world to get to it.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.“You’re my wife now,” he said, stopping a few feet away from me. He tilted his head, studying me with those cold, unreadable eyes. “Do you understand what that means?”I shook my head. Not because I didn’t understand. But because my body wouldn’t let me nod.“It means,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, “that every single time I want you, I will take you.”T