Body Swap With My Bossy Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

“She came from nothing. Nikolai picked her up and gave her family a share of the company. It was a mistake from the beginning. When she died, it broke my son. He became rude even to Betty, and she had to leave for a while. I’m glad she’s back. Now go speak to your father. Make this deal happen.” She left me standing there on the balcony, the breeze suddenly feeling colder. I went back inside, my mind spinning. I needed to get out of this house, even if it was just to Chloe’s father’s place. Maybe there I could find real answers about the body swap. I changed into something simple, packed a small bag I didn’t really need, and went downstairs. One of the drivers approached me politely. “Ma’am,

"Not yet. But I'm getting close." Shirley and I were raised in the same orphanage since we were kids. I knew she was tied to some kind of trade system. I could hear her talking to it. The cruel part? I was the only one she could use for these swaps. The only small mercy was that the system capped her at three. The first one happened when we were 13. Shirley was born with a heart defect, so she swapped hers for mine. She left the hospital completely cured. Me? I collapsed from acute heart failure and spent a week in intensive care. Even now, I haven't fully bounced back.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

"For the sake of everything we had as husband and wife, please, save me." "Pay off my debts and I'll do anything you say. I'll sign every share of Vance over to you." I stood on the stage, looking down as he groveled like a whipped dog. In my last life, I had knelt and begged Dr. Whitmore just like this to save the company. And what had Adrian done then? He had stood by and watched coldly, then complained afterward that I had embarrassed him. I walked slowly down from the stage and stopped in front of him.

Then he looked back at Derek, who stood there frozen. The next second, Derek snapped out of it and pointed at our joined hands. "Megan. Who said you could hold hands with another man? Let go." I raised our joined hands and gave them a little shake. "I'm holding my husband's hand. That's none of your business, Derek." Derek's eyes went wide. He stormed toward us. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm your husband." "Where's your proof?" "Proof? We—we had an appointment. Next week. It was all set."

“You cannot possibly expect me to take that seriously.” “I am serious.” My mouth fell open. “You have completely lost your mind.” “I haven’t.” “Then why are you talking about marriage?” I could hear my voice rising with every word. My patience had officially evaporated. “Yesterday morning, you were my boss. Yesterday night, I discovered you were apparently some kind of supernatural monster. I spent the entire night trying not to lose my sanity, and now you’re standing there talking about marriage as though this is the most normal conversation in the world.”

I sighed, “I only saw them this morning. Wasn’t even sure they were from you since it’s an unknown number.” “Save the number.” “The drunk’s number?” He finally looked at me. “Save it. I’m not changing it again.” “Oh? For how long?” “What?” “I thought *I* had issues from my childhood. Then I met you. Man, you’ve got some serious personality disorders. I’d bet on bipolar.” Gabe stood and came toward me. He stared for a few seconds, then grabbed my hands, pinning them behind my back. “Don’t talk to me like I’m just anybody. I’m your boss *and* your husband.”

He explained, "Rachel and Amanda gave birth on the same day. When I visited Amanda with Rachel's baby, I made a mistake and swapped the two babies." His head hung low as if he were very upset, but I almost laughed at his hypocrisy. Greg was the one who had overstepped boundaries with Amanda. Yet, he was trying to cover up his evil plan of swapping the babies by calling it a mistake. He stole a glance at me, expecting me to break down and make a scene. However, I showed no reaction and simply took a sip of my coffee.

I felt uncomfortable due to the fact the guy is watching us. “This is my wife, Camille. Camille, meet my boss, Harry. The Ceo of the company I work with” I suddenly went numb. Are you kidding me?! The man I had sex with few days ago is my husband boss. How come I don’t know this? ***how are you suppose to know? Do you work in the same place with your husband** that was my subconscious again. “Camille” Asher’s voice lapse me back into consciousness. “Yeah?”