All Chapters of Swapped: His Dead Wife's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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 Pov I stood in the middle of the enormous bedroom, staring down at myself, and the sight made my stomach twist. I was still wearing the thin hospital gown, now wrinkled and pathetic against Chloe’s body. My feet were bare, the cold marble floor biting into my soles. My hair hung in wild, tangled strands around my face. I looked like someone who had crawled out of a nightmare, not the polished wife of a billionaire. Tears welled up fast and hot. I pressed my lips together, trying to hold them back, but they spilled over anyway, sliding down my cheeks in silent streams. What the hell had I gotten myself into? These people were strangers. This house was unfamiliar. This body was a stranger’s body. And my babies… my sweet, innocent babies were gone. Killed before they even had a chance to breathe. A broken sob tore from my throat. I sank to the floor, knees hitting the hard marble, and curled forward until my forehead touched the cold surface. The tears came harder now, shaking m

June’s Pov We stepped into the bedroom and Mrs. Alice waved the servants in with bags and suitcases. They moved quietly, placing everything neatly in the closet. I sat on the edge of the bed, still wearing the hospital gown underneath a thin coat. My body felt heavy. My eyes burned from crying. Iris kept glancing at me from the corner of the room. Her stare was sharp, almost suspicious. Every time she looked away to help with the bags, I wondered if she could see through me. Did she know I wasn’t really Chloe? I stayed quiet. At this point I didn’t know who to trust. When the last bag was unpacked, Mrs. Alice sat beside me on the bed. She took my hand gently. “My daughter, I am really sorry this happened to you,” she said softly. “You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don’t worry. I will check on you often. Please be respectful to your husband. I know he can be difficult sometimes, but he has been under a lot of stress. He really likes you.” I turned to look at her.

Nikolai’s Pov I stood by the tall window in my bedroom, staring out at the perfectly manicured gardens below. The city lights glittered in the distance like distant stars, cold and unreachable. My fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey in my hand as memories of Diane flooded in again. Her laugh. The way she used to look at me like I was the only man in the world. She was gone now, taken by some cruel twist of fate, and I was left with this. Married to Chloe. The thought tasted bitter. I had finally given in to her months of desperate chasing, all for the business connections her father could bring. Transactional. That was all it had ever been. But now she was acting so strangely. Nothing like the bold, clingy woman who used to throw herself at me. She spoke of babies I supposedly killed, claimed she wasn’t Chloe at all. It was almost convincing if it wasn’t so ridiculous. I picked up my phone and scrolled through old photos of Diane. Her smile filled the screen. No one could