Husband Swap Novels & Stories

"If Austin is fine with it, I'm fine with it too. Let's do it this way. Colin will be married off to Lulu. I have another son anyway. Colin can join your family instead, and he can look after you when you two retire. Colin can marry Lulu, and their children can take your last name too. "No need to worry about the dowry. We'll organize the wedding as usual." I was speechless. I buried my face in my palms and snuck a glimpse at Colin through the cracks between my fingers. How would he react now that our roles were swapped? As expected, his facial muscles were twitching, and his face showed mixed emotions. Clearly, he was suppressing the mental meltdown he was having. It was humiliating for a m

'Dear Rogue Huntress, I'm not supposed to send you this piece of information because some of the strongest Alphas and businessmen are involved. Some have already lost their lives while trying to get to the depth of their business and those who know are keeping their mouths shut. But I've come to bring it to your notice because what I'm about to share is traumatizing many innocent souls, especially women. There's a FLESH TRADE operating among the rich. Swapping wives would be a correct term here because these men have come to send their wives to each other in exchange for monetary transactions. It's pathetic and nauseating but it's actually happening.

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Julius said. I scoffed. My eyes grew wide realizing I had made the noise aloud. I turned to face them but they had already began clapping. They hadn’t heard me. I sighed. “The marriage would be the day tomorrow,” Mr. Julius announced. “What?” The word left my lips. My father shot me a look. “Shut up,” he said through gritted teeth. My mother laughed. “She’s just joking, we are glad that our family will be joined together immediately”.

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

"Looks like Joyce is a real lucky one, huh, having such a devoted husband." The nearby wives chuckled and tossed out a few playful remarks. But something about Blake's expression wasn't like usual. I brushed off the jokes and quickly pulled him inside. Before I could even ask, he held out what he was carrying. "Honey, you never called home after we got married, did you? This looks like a letter from your parents." At his words, my hand slipped. The oysters I had so carefully collected spilled to the ground, forgotten. Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'.

My husband, the man I’d trusted with everything, my heart, my future, my family’s legacy. He was naked, his head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers buried deep inside a woman I didn’t know, her legs spread wide as she arched against him. And kneeling between Frederick’s thighs, his mouth wrapped around my husband’s cock, was Julian. Frederick’s best friend from college, the one who’d stood as best man at our wedding. Time froze. The woman’s eyes met mine first, widening in shock as she scrambled back. Julian pulled away, his lips glistening, a flush of guilt and surprise coloring his face. Frederick’s head snapped up, his expression shifting from pleasure to horror in an instant.

“We can’t call off the wedding because the engagement between both families has been set for generations. But since you insist on giving up your place… then I guess this is the best outcome for now. I’ll head over to the Hale family immediately to discuss the wife swap!” With that, Hector eagerly got up, grabbed his coat, and walked out of the mansion without even finishing his breakfast. Ember found it simply ironic, watching her father pretend to care for her while secretly rejoicing as he left.

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col