Fgteev The Switcheroo Rescue Novels & Stories

It all made sense now! His quick agreement to my invitation that day, the hostility he showed toward Sadie, and his insistence that I retake the SATs—it all clicked. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes. "This is amazing! It's really amazing!" Quinn, once a star destined to fall tragically, had been given another chance, just like me. I leaned into his embrace, wrapping my arms around him. He held me tightly and carried me to the bedroom, where we lay entwined together, fitting perfectly against each other.

"Ms. Abbie, maybe we should just go…" Abbie saw right through her hesitation. She reached into her designer bag and pressed a small knife into Teresa's hand. "Teresa, slash her face if you want to win Jerome back." "I-I don't think that's a good idea…" Seeing the two of them go back and forth, I couldn't take it anymore. I casually pointed to the corner where the surveillance camera was. Abbie screamed in horror. She then snatched up a chair and smashed it against the lens. I smiled, as this was just what I wanted.

She took a few steps with difficulty, but the pain in her stomach made her double over and wail. I looked at her in amusement, and my lip curled disdainfully. "What does your pregnancy have to do with me? Did I force you to get pregnant?" She screamed in desperation, "It was you! I would never have ended up like this if it weren't for you! I was bound to—" However, she suddenly shut her mouth. The child switch system was a very mysterious thing. Even if she told everyone, they probably wouldn't believe her. She stopped shrieking at me and turned to Chase for help instead. "Chase, that bitch Callista did this to me. Teach her a lesson for me!"

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."

“I had permission. Mrs. Voss from administration…” “I don’t care who gave permission,” the nurse said, voice firm. “These are sealed records.” Hazel’s hand brushed the file again. She could still see that one word on the page. Switched. “Please,” Hazel said calmly. “I just need to confirm something. It won’t take a minute.” The nurse stepped closer, gaze narrowing. Then she looked at Hazel fully, and her eyes softened, a flicker of recognition. “You’re her,” she whispered. Hazel’s breath caught. “I’m sorry?”

Sweaty bodies in the room carried different types of gym and training equipment. Seeing me, his eyes narrowed, and he stopped what he was doing, taking off the punching glove from his hand and adjusting the straps he was wearing as he approached me. As he got closer, my heart pounded with a mix of nerves. Beta Elias had hinted at a possible way to sway Arthur's decision, and I hoped it would work. It's my last hope to rescue my father from the clutches of the Scorpio pack.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

I checked it, and a wave of relief washed over me. I whispered, "Stay calm, the cavalry's coming." The moment I was reborn, I sent out an SOS to the military. No sooner had I spoken than the sound of rapid footsteps and clanging metal echoed from outside. "The military's here!" Glasses Guy jumped to his feet, ecstatic. "We're gonna make it!" Beams of light sliced through the gloom as commandos in full gear secured the entrance. The squad leader yanked off his night-vision goggles, his piercing eyes sweeping over us. "Where's Mr. Lynch? Command wants him back home, stat."

Thinking through the timeline, what she said did line up. For Mark’s sake, I let out a quiet sigh and said, “If you want to get away from Jackson, there’s only one way. Go to the police and tell them there’s a body buried under the persimmon tree at the Youngs’ house.” In my previous life, when I couldn’t take the beatings anymore and wanted a divorce, I went to his workplace. That’s when I found out everyone there called him Peter Evan. I realized then that Jackson had never gotten into college. His father had used his position to swap him in under Peter’s name.