Fgteev The Switcheroo Rescue Novels & Stories

I will make sure he won't survive it. " I will give you something you will inject into the drip. It will leave no traces. No one will know what happened to him. But first, bring the man who cut the brakes, we need to kill him. He might rant us out because things didn't go our way, Edward took out a cigarette, he gave one to his son. Keisha and Adam went upstairs into the central control room. She wanted all the CCtv footage from the last three days, especially from the night before Elliot and his team left for the conference.

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

"I didn't know. I really didn't..." "Captain!" An officer jogged over, holding up my alarm device. "Found it." Captain Larsen hit play. "It's just me lending out your battery. You're seriously calling the cops over that?" Hampton's voice blasted through the speakers. "Woo. Three points." Then the rest rolled out. Every word crystal clear. "Where's my medication?" "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take..."

“Ms. Spencer, six years ago, your biological daughter, Ella, and Alpha Alaric’s daughter were switched at birth.” I stared at him, disbelief churning in my gut. “That’s impossible. You’re lying.” Alaric’s face remained stoic. “Suit yourself. But you’ll see soon enough.” I looked back at Zoe, who seemed unfazed by the conversation. How could this be true? Zoe was my daughter—I had given birth to her, held her in my arms from the very first moment. The car pulled up to a sprawling estate soon after that. Tall iron gates opened silently as we approached, revealing manicured gardens and a mansion that looked like it was straight out of a fairy tale.

He moved to the console along the wall, pulling up feeds from the previous night, every corridor, every staircase, every exterior angle of the safehouse. We watched. Footage of the lower hallways during the outbreak. My men moving in formation. Gunfire. Chaos. Then— Static. A brief flicker. The timestamp glitched. And when the screen stabilized again, twelve minutes were missing. Dominic frowned. “That’s impossible.” “No,” I said softly. “It’s deliberate.” He pulled up another camera. The same glitch, another one gone. Only during the exact window that mattered, only during the time she disappeared.

"I get it now—you had another man's child, and to cover it up, you switched the baby before I could find out!" Someone in the crowd frowned. "But didn't you two get the DNA test right after you found out the blood types didn't match? How would she even have time to switch babies?" Jensen faltered, then blustered, "I wasn't at the hospital all the time! Roxanne must've swapped the baby before the test!" I looked at him coldly before finally speaking up. "You're right. I did switch the baby." The room erupted. Jensen froze, a wild look of joy flashing across his face.

"Are you done yet? Adam is the victim here. Stop making a scene!" She lifted the fake Adam's hand and pointed to the scar. "This is proof. The hospital report is right here if you want to see it yourself." The crowd gasped. "Oh, so that's what really happened. I never would have guessed." The fake Adam raised his head and let out a sigh. Wearing an expression of guilt, he said, "Anyway, I'm still sorry for disappointing everyone…" I let out a cold snort. "Is that so? You really went to great lengths just to deceive people…"

"I'll wait for you, Noelle! I won't give up on you!" The world grew silent again as the doors fell shut. I took to the stage again and grabbed the microphone. "Sorry you had to see that, everyone." The audience burst into enthusiastic applause. "Let us continue with tonight's charity auction." My voice was steady, as if nothing had happened. The charity auction resumed, and the atmosphere in the room livened up just as quickly. Pride shone in Logan's eyes when he met me below the stage. After the gala was over, we left the hotel side by side, enjoying the sky full of stars and the gentle night breeze.

Please sit down. Smiling, she sat down, inches away from him. An advertisement on the television caught their attention. It was a mobile phone network in which a son of a family calls home to announce his success in a competition and his imminent return to home. Everyone is happy. He comes home and the family jubilates with him. Just then, their beautifully plumed parrot in a cage behind calls out the name of the network to the amazement of the young man while his family laughs merrily, telling him that their parrot had learnt to call out their network's name because she always heard them using it. The parrot continued to chirrup the network's name. The advert ended.

Eleanor Callista Castellanos. Tears keep falling from my eyes, as I watch them together, on the TV. Eleanor gently whispered against Hestia's ear, Hestia chuckled not breaking her composure, then gently pinches Eleanor's nose. The pain in my heart intensified and I can't stop my tears from falling from my eyes. Out of frustration and pain, I hardly throw the remote into the TV, cracking the screen. I stood up, grabbed the TV off the wall, and I immediately smash it down to the ground. I started furiously stomping onto the broken TV on the ground, trying to release my anger and frustration.