Todos los capítulos de Swapped at Birth, I Brought Hell Home: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Mom and Dad couldn't take it anymore. That night, they hog-tied me and dumped me deep into the mountains. "This is the Village of the Damned. It's crawling with cold-blooded killers! An ungrateful brat like you won't last three days in there. The villagers will grind your bones to dust!" Mom rolled her eyes beside him. "You can come back when you've learned your lesson, admitted your mistake, and begged us to take you back to give Chloe more blood!"After being kicked out of the car, I took in the all-too-familiar gravel road and the smoke rising in the distance and almost burst into laughter. Had it never occurred to them to wonder where I'd learned to be evil in the first place? The moment I got out of the car, I took off running toward the village. The very next second, Dad kicked me in the lower back. I went flying, and my chin slammed into a rock. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Before I could roll over, he grabbed me by the back of my collar, hauled me up,

Mom stormed in and yanked Margaret's arm away. Then, she shoved the rag farther into my mouth. "This brat must be up to no good again!" She turned around and plastered a smile on her face. "Ma'am, she has a vicious tongue. Last time, she bit off one of a nurse's fingers. So, you'd better not touch her. We wouldn't want you to get hurt."Margaret withdrew her hand and sized Mom up. "Is this how you city folks discipline your kids? By stuffing them in a pigpen?" Mom's smile instantly stiffened. Dad pulled two grand out of his pocket and stuffed it into Margaret's hands. "Here, ma'am. Please accept this."He paused for a beat before adding, "We need you to hold her down while we draw some blood. If she struggles, pin her down as hard as you can." Margaret glanced at the cash before shifting her gaze toward me. "Alright then." She stuffed the cash into her pocket, crouched, and pinned my shoulders down with both hands. Mom pulled a syringe, a tourniquet, and a supply of empty b

Caspian set me on the ground, crouched down, and wiped the mud off my face with the back of his hand. He looked at my swollen cheek, at all ten of my dislocated fingers, at the countless needle marks on my arms, and asked, "Who did this to you?" His jaw trembled. The old scar stretching from the corner of his mouth to his ear pulsed along with his clenched muscles. I parted my lips, but my throat was raw from the gag and his grip. All I could manage was a breathy whisper. "Outside... the door..." Caspian rose to his feet. He shoved the rag back into my mouth and murmured, "Don't make a sound." Then, he pulled open the door and leaned against the frame, his expression stoic. "This brat won't cooperate. Come in and help me hold her down." Dad was standing outside, grinning smugly at Mom. After hearing those words, his eyes lit up. "Alright, alright. I knew you were a man of action!"Dad crossed the threshold with a grin still plastered across his face. The moment he was inside

Three black vans pulled up at the entrance of the village. The doors slid open, and more than a dozen burly men climbed out. All of them were dressed in black T-shirts with tattoos covering their arms. The door of the last vehicle flew open, and Chloe was helped out. She wore a white dress, her hair hanging loose, and her face was as pale as a sheet. The moment she got out of the car, she burst into tears. "Dad! Mom! Where are you guys?" She clutched her mouth and sprinted into the village. However, after just a couple of steps, she was already out of breath. She bent over, resting her hands on her knees and coughing violently.Chloe was quite the actress. The burly men charged into the village. Idris stood in the middle of the road, wielding his butcher's knife, but three men grabbed his arms and forced him to the ground. The very next second, his knife was kicked away.Evelyn rushed forward to pull them off him, but she was shoved off balance and fell at the base of a wal

Several months later, the court's ruling arrived in the village. All of the Bramble family's assets were frozen. Following the trial, I was awarded compensation to be paid from their assets. I took one look at the figures, folded the judgment, and tucked it under my pillow. Thomas asked me how I planned to spend it. I told him I would repair the village roads and build Margaret a bigger house. Her three children had to share a single bed, and the youngest kept rolling onto the floor. Thomas took a puff from his pipe. He neither agreed nor disagreed. "It's your money. You decide what to do with it." The news of Bramble Foundation's seizure made local headlines. Mom and Dad were escorted out of the courthouse on the screen. Both of them looked defeated, their handcuffs glinting under the camera lights. Reporters swarmed the entrance, yelling, "George! Do you have anything to say about the money laundering through your charity foundation?" Dad kept his head down and remained