Dads Swap Daughters Novels & Stories

I was swamped—back-to-back video calls, constant business trips. A week later, my studio finally made the news. That day, my father called me for the first time—on his own initiative. His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it. "Heard your project's doing well." "Mm." "Come home for dinner sometime. I'll have the cook make your favorites." I didn't say yes. I didn't say no. His change of heart came for two reasons: I'd actually made something of myself. And everyone in the circle knew that the Powell family's invisible third daughter had married the heir of the Kraft Group.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

Several students who had come to submit documents at the door couldn't help but steal glances in my direction. One of them took a look at the withdrawal application in my hand and my faded, worn-out school uniform and softly remarked, "They're both children, yet their lives couldn't be more different. Mr. Smith has such a stellar reputation; he donates to the school and attends the parent-teacher conferences in person… Surely he wouldn't mistreat his own biological daughter behind closed doors." I lifted my head and glanced at that person. "Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years."

“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,

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

She knew… she had seen it… that Isadora wasn’t wearing this top this morning. “What are you wearing?” she asked with arched brows, and Isadora’s heart dropped, sinking into her belly. She had hoped, had prayed that her mother would not find out, but it seems her prayer didn’t work out. Isadora stared down at her body, stuttering as she tried to place her words together. “I… I… I… It’s Daddy’s clothes. Dad,” she said, forcing a smile. “It was… the last thing he left me with.” She added, knowing that this would stir up something within her mother, but it would be better than saying it was from Damian.

They were my daddies and I was their little girl. The End

"Thank you," "John said they should be here by eight tonight," he said. I nodded. "It'd be nice to have papa here," I said with a small smile. "You know, normally girls are encouraged to love their mothers more," Jackson said thoughtfully. "Whatever prayers John said, I'm saying Amen. I wish to have a relationship like this with my daughter someday," "I don't doubt you two will be great fathers," I said. If only I could make it possible. *****

"Last time, that bitch Leila ruined your life. Don't you want to see how miserable she is now? With your own eyes?" I'm not sure which part convinced her—or how she got John to agree—but in the end, as we headed back, I walked in front, arm linked with hers, beaming. Behind us, the two men juggled luggage and the baby. My good mood lasted the whole way, peaking when we passed by Vince's house. "I don't care what my dad said. You're here to serve us," one of the boys shouted. "Whatever we tell you to do, you do. Women who don't listen just need a couple beatings."

“Get off your grandfather and go eat.” “Lina, let them be, they miss me,” Dad said. “Dad,” I sighed, “we live in the same city. Just different houses. What are you even talking about?” “They’re my babies,” he said simply. I stared at him. “Oh,” I placed a hand on my chest dramatically, “I see how it is. You’ve switched teams.” “You’re outdated, pumpkin” he replied bluntly. I gasped. “Mom! Did you hear that?”