Novel & Cerita My Sister And I Swapped Husbands.

We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark. What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful! Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text. [The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls. [Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.] I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

"OMG! My sister's husband is handsome, Ma!" "Mom, sister has already dumped the foreigner! The pearl of the southwest and the east has been surrendered." "Hi there, I'm your sister's husband. I'm Zyd." he happily introduced himself to his brothers. "Hala! How did my sister manage to gayumatized you? Is she dancing like a witch again with her long spoon and making latin words to make you marry her?" "Or did Lianne tie you in bed and ask you to marry her? Tell us, please!"

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.

On my wedding day, my arranged fiancé abandoned me and chose my sister Emily instead. In that devastating moment when I became everyone's laughingstock, my business partner James Crawford shocked everyone by publicly proposing to me in a grand romantic gesture. After marriage, because of his sweet words and gentle persuasion about "good wife’s role," I gradually stepped back from the spotlight, handing over my core resources and connections piece by piece for him to manage. Using excuses like "I want to protect you" and "I want to give you stability," he gradually transformed me into a kept woman dependent on him.

I replied smoothly. It didn't slip my mind for a second that it was their idea to have me take my sister's place and also to have Bradon take his brother's place in a sham of a marriage that was supposed to fool everyone. As I sat on the sofa, staring at the older couple sitting opposite me, I wasn't quite sure who the real fool was at the end of the day.

Upon her return to Henkel, the rumors between her and Tyler began. Jean let out a long sigh after reading through the article, having not taken a single breath since the beginning of it. It felt like a deep part of her had been revealed to the world. Her years of being recluse were now futile. She read through the rest of the comments, and one of them caught her attention. "How could someone as intelligent as Tyler Larson not realize that his wife had swapped identities?" W had responded to this comment. "After Joyce Michaels got into the car accident, she swapped places with her sister, making Jean be in Resovia for three years.

I blinked in surprise, realising what he meant by that, and remained silent because I didn’t really know how to answer him. The last few hours have been nothing but strange. Arranged to be married to a man who didn’t love me, then only to discover that man has been having an affair with my sister, who married him in my place. Then treated like a slave for the remainder of the day and finally taken away by the man who turned out to be my mate. Was I living in a soap opera? It certainly felt like it.

The expression on ‘my’ face got colder. This reminded me of how I would be the one with the pitiful expression if we had not swapped bodies. What would Seth have said if I had been the one who grabbed his shirt? "Let's get divorced, Seth." I was silent for a while before looking right into his eyes. "There’s no way I can fall in love with you again, which means the counter will never hit a hundred. The counter will be useless after we get divorced. I'll be Seth Rothman from now on. It's not a bad thing that we can't switch back."

I get up from the table and leave my speechless mother and big sister sitting there with the latter staring daggers at my back. So many years apart and the first thing my sister does is trying to take my husband. I know its a contract marriage and Im the only one with hard-core feelings in play, but its the freaking principle! Im didn't leave my supposed soulmate at the altar to pursue a career abroad. I didn't try to steal my sister''s husband from her and get busted in the press. Although she probably called the press herself. According to my family, no press is the only kind of press that is a bad kind.

Right before I left the bridal suite, Eric texted: [Lena, just follow the maid later. Don't worry, my brother won't be into you. I'll come get you first thing in the morning!] I rolled my eyes and blocked him. The bride swap went off without a hitch—exactly how Eric and Briana planned it. That night, I sat on the edge of the bed, hands clammy, heart racing. The door creaked open. Footsteps. Calm, steady. Fingers brushed back the lace veil.