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Zacharias sold whatever valuables he had and wrote to his family just to take out a loan. In the end, he gathered 500 dollars and gave it to Christina. Christina married John, and she looked glamorous. Once we got married, I gave Zacharias an IOU and told him I'd pay him back. "You don't have to." He tore the IOU apart. "Money's not important. Sometimes a harder life works wonders for a scholar." He turned on the lamp and started reading, his face unreadable. I stared at his profile and was reminded of his end in my previous life.

Nikolai’s coldness, the evidence of murder, the modeling shoots I was terrified of, and now pressure to have babies with a man who hated me. I grabbed my phone and started typing desperately: *body swap*, *body changing*, *soul exchange*. I deleted and retyped several times, trying to make it sound less crazy. When I searched, I got nothing useful. Just weird forums and fiction stories. This was not supposed to happen. I needed to find the person who took this body to the hospital. That person had to know something. They were the only one who might explain how I ended up in Chloe’s body. I dropped the phone on the bed and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let

Staring at the undeniable female anatomy, Mom was dumbstruck. At long last, she was about to realize she had given birth to Juliet. However, the very next second, Mom abruptly flipped, thrashing wildly on the hospital bed. "This is unbelievable! How dare you swap my baby? I clearly gave birth to a boy!" Juliette's condition was rapidly deteriorating. I circled anxiously in the sky. She was so small and frail; she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. Fortunately, the doctor stopped wasting his breath on Mom. After sweeping Juliette up into his arms, he rushed out to find Dad. "Who is here for Eleanor Leigh?"

Right after my C-section, still groggy from the anesthesia, he held Finn and asked, "Jen thinks he looks like she did as a baby. Don't you agree?" Later, Melvin kept badgering me until I pulled some strings to get Jenny into the top kindergarten in Crestford. Looking back, it finally hit me. Had Melvin known who I really was all along? I hastily left my bank card, with access to millions, with my best friend and rushed home, clutching my bag. I combed through the bags and jewelry in my walk-in closet. My heart dropped. The Hermès bag I'd won at Pavrielle's auction—one of only five ever made—had been swapped for a fake. The embroidered pearl clutch I'd secured through royal connections in Len

His teeth graced the lacy bra where my nipple rested. My body reacted and my legs heat. I crossed my leg but he refused and placed his knee right above my knees parting them. He moved his legs up the short dress till it was inches away from my panties. I brought my legs up, trying to hold myself. My hands left the seats, letting my back rest against the door. I let my body give way to him and reached for his hair, sticking my fingers through it. He groaned, one of his hands shooting towards my hands. He grabbed my wrists placed a hand against the other then pressed it against the window.

What Amira found more confusing was the pair still in here with her and not going to see Rhys and confirming everything. With a sigh, Amira began explaining everything. “You know Rhys and I rejected each other the night I tried to assassinate him. Well, that same night, at some point, we swapped bodies.” “Wait… Since… Since then?!” Baltir questioned incredulously, his eyes wide. “I wasn’t suspicious until recently…” “I mean… Don’t be too hard on yourself, sweetie. It is quite an unbelievable story.” Amira’s words made the pair look at her oddly.

He paused to cough again, then glared at the kid while continuing, "t-targeting... me!?" "Hahaha, hello!" The kid arrived before him and began to half-circle him to check how bad his condition was. Eithan very much hated the laughing eyes of the insane bastard in the midst of his inspection. "Hahaha. You don't know how much trouble I had to go through just to summon you here. Just to inform you, I had to body-swapped with you then teleport back here. After that, I was about to introduce myself earlier when you suddenly ran. Anyway, it's nice meeting you, half-host 98, hahaha. Your title is so funny. Half-host!"

“I want to help you Rebecca but I can not if I do not know what is wrong with you.” “What if I told you I'm not Rebecca? What if I told you I am someone else just stuck in Rebecca's body?” Rebecca asked, using her question as a means to tell him the truth. She knew he wouldn't put too much thought into it since it would sound like a silly question but that indeed was the truth. Tyler was thoughtful for a while as her question had made little sense. Was it even possible for such thing to happen? He had never heard of a soul swap between wolves since his childhood and if that were truly to be the case, then where would the real Rebecca be?

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 joined him a few moments later and slept all through the night until this dream woke me up. I went to the cabinet attached to the table and pulled out the book we obtained from the library. Apart from the pages I had fiddled on the day we got the book, I barely went through the material. The storm hit off and left me completely distracted. I went through the table of contents. Body Swap! There was a chapter dedicated to Body swaps in Chicago. I quickly got to the page and began to read through it. When I got to a particular point, my hands began to tremble.