Real Homemade Wife Swap นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

She didn’t look back as she walked down the driveway, each step taking her further from the life she’d known. Her heart felt heavy, a painful ache echoing with every step, as if it knew what she was leaving behind could never be replaced. The morning after Sarah left the Miller farm, the headlines hit every major newspaper and news site across the country. As the story spread, it gained momentum, the intrigue of a wealthy family’s secret switch too salacious for the public to ignore. Soon, the news was everywhere, covered in bold, sensational headlines. Heiress Swap Shocks Society: The Caldwell Family Drama Unfolds.

The husband remarried two years later, and he brought his new wife to this country. The same thing happened again. The ending is that the husband obtained a huge insurance payout by selling his wife to a nightclub. The husband, after receiving two compensations, was ready to give up because he had found true love. But later, true love sold him to the night scene, turning him into a human pig as well. After returning to his home country, he reported his death and received a huge insurance payout. And this true love was actually the best friend of the husband's first wife.

“Consider it done.” “All right, then. Talk to you later.” “Sure.” My wife threw the apple she was eating at Mike and clutched her stomach as she laughed out loud. She laughed so hard that tears pricked her eyes. My wife. That sounded so much better. There was another selfish reason I hurried with the wedding. I didn’t want her to face the proceedings as a Swanson, the infamous twin. Now, she’d be Arianna Cortez, my wife and the mother of my child. I didn’t want her name associated with a family that didn’t love her.

"When I talk to you, you answer." I quickly removed his hand from me as if I was disgusted. I can still accept that he will treat me as if he can't see me, but I will never accept that after he tells me to be a substitute wife, he will suddenly bring a woman to this house. "You obviously understand that I'm only doing this for my parents, Ambrose, but respect me! I have no other demand of you but that you give me respect." "We are not married yet. As of yet, no contract has been executed in connection with our agreement-"

Looking at Jennifer's innocent smile now, I wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and cut her into a thousand pieces to avenge myself. Still, heaven took pity on how miserably I died in my last life and gave me a second chance. They let me come back to deal with these four scum, and I even awakened the Pregnancy Swap System. Seeing that I had not responded, Jennifer's syrupy voice rang out again. "You don't think it's terrible, do you, Fiona? I'm not very good at making wine, but I picked every plum myself. I chose only the best and largest ones and spent two whole months preparing this."

I hated how pretentious he was, and he hated how little I resembled a proper woman. Our life together hadn't been any better than hers with Blake. Within a year, we split. So this time, I figured—why not let Sarah marry John? John lived close to home, and even if things didn't work out, at least she'd have family nearby. That was still better than being stranded alone on Scholcher Island, mistreated with no one to turn to, slowly wasting away in silence. As I thought this, I clung to her hand, pestering her with all the charm I could muster. In the end, she let out a sigh and nodded.

I held my fresh-out-of-the-oven marriage certificate, feeling a little dazed. Before that day, I'd only met Savannah Reed once, when she came to visit our family. My brother, Morgan Slater, had never allowed me to talk to any of the rich women he had his eye on, so she didn't know me at all. But now, we were legally married, and we were even going to live under the same roof. "I'm going to take a shower. If you're hungry, there's food in the fridge." Her voice, a little awkward and stiff, pulled me back to reality.

I was swamped—back-to-back video calls, constant business trips. A week later, my studio finally made the news. That day, my father called me for the first time—on his own initiative. His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it. "Heard your project's doing well." "Mm." "Come home for dinner sometime. I'll have the cook make your favorites." I didn't say yes. I didn't say no. His change of heart came for two reasons: I'd actually made something of myself. And everyone in the circle knew that the Powell family's invisible third daughter had married the heir of the Kraft Group.