Todos os capítulos de A Decade Under Borrowed Skin: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

By the time the Lord of the Underworld came to find me, Cecelia and I hadn't spoken in half a month.The mistake was entirely the underworld's fault, yet the Lord of the Underworld spoke in a cold, unyielding voice that left no room for refusal. "The underworld made a clerical error and accidentally swapped your soul with the real Wesley Snyder's. Everyone has their own fated ties and trials to face, so you and the real Wesley must switch back."If this had happened before, I would have furiously demanded an explanation. After all, Cecelia and I had loved each other deeply. Who could accept such a sudden separation, especially when they weren't even at fault?But now, I merely gave a bitter smile and asked, "So when do we switch back? Today?""The process will take seven days."I nodded. Before the Lord of the Underworld left, I asked one final question. "What is the real Wesley like?"The Lord of the Underworld considered my question for a moment before he answered, "Arrogant. H

Almost instantly, I understood what Cecelia had planned.Years ago, the Lowther family had moved all their business operations overseas. Recently, amid the turmoil, they had decided to reestablish their standing back home.But the Lowther family's influence in the country had long since faded. People bowed to those with power and trampled anyone who had none. No one here gave Harold a second thought.Cecelia had arranged tonight's public apology at the banquet for a reason. Her intentions were obvious. She wanted Harold to make a name for himself at my expense.Once I realized that, my hand clenched into a fist before I could stop myself. Then I forced myself to relax.Never mind. None of it mattered anymore.I walked past the crowd and headed straight toward Cecelia, who sat on the sofa at the center of the room.Harold sat beside her, so close that it seemed deliberate, as though he wanted to make absolutely sure I noticed their intimacy.When he saw me approach, Harold broke

Cecelia did not waver. "Wesley did something wrong. He has to be punished for it."She picked up the whip and approached me, one deliberate step at a time.The whip cracked through the air and struck me with brutal force, lashing me again and again. The barbs tore into my flesh until my entire back became a bloody mess of torn skin.I crumpled to the floor, barely conscious as my vision began to blur.In my daze, I felt as though I had traveled back 10 years, to the day I first woke up in Wesley's body after our souls had somehow switched places.I couldn't accept what had happened to me, and I spent those early days in a fog of confusion.Wesley's parents quickly realized something was wrong with their son.They dragged me from church to church in search of answers. When they finally accepted that they couldn't bring their real son back, they threw me out of the house and left me to fend for myself.That was the hardest period of my life. I was only 14, without a cent to my na

After we finished shopping, Cecelia and I drove together to visit her father.Halfway up the hill, her phone suddenly rang with a distinctive ringtone reserved for one person.I didn't need to guess who it was: Harold.Cecelia ignored the call and continued our conversation as if nothing had happened. She was in the middle of recounting a funny incident from the last time we'd had dinner with her father.When the phone rang again, Cecelia reached for it with an irritated look, ready to reject the call.I stopped her. "Answer it. It might be something important."She bit her lip and glanced at me to make sure I wasn't upset before finally answering."What is it?" she snapped.Her sharp tone seemed to catch Harold off guard. He paused for several seconds before speaking. "Cece, I think I have a fever. Can you come check on me?""You have plenty of people around you. Why does it have to be me?"Silence followed before Harold spoke again, his voice full of self-pity. "But Cece, w

"Cecelia? Who could genuinely like her? I was only ever nice to her because of the Marquand family's wealth and influence. Now that she's cut ties with her family, what use is she to me?"Harold's friend had replied, "Well, that's not entirely fair. Weren't you planning to use her to secure that project?"Cecelia had felt as though she'd been plunged into ice water.That was when she finally understood. Every kindness Harold had ever shown her had been calculated. He had only been using her, treating her feelings like a game.The wind had been bitterly cold that day, and Cecelia had stood outside the door, frozen to the bone.It was also the day she suddenly found herself missing Wesley with a desperation she had never felt before.She remembered the moment the whip came down, how Wesley had pulled her into his arms and shielded her with his own body. She could still recall the warmth of his chest against her.Only then, far too late, did she finally understand.The boy who had