Real Homemade Wife Swap の小説・ストーリー

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.

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

“I hope I can find a man like your dad.” Forty years of marriage is no joke. These days, couples break up even before they get married. Walter looked at me as his parents walked back to the rectangular platform and the emcee took over once more. “Before you wish for a man like Dad, you should become a woman like Mom,” he said, then helped me take my seat. His parents cut the cake and had their arms twisted as they romantically fed each other. After that, they settled on the red sofa, while the emcee spoke again.

"You and Mom having sex with other people since shortly after you married? Does that mean someone else could be my father, or my brother's only my half brother?" "Oh, no, pumpkin. We'd stop having sex with others when she was trying to get pregnant. No, you're definitely mine all right and so's your brother." "So you just have sex with other people, go out on dates and such?" Lisa inquired. "No, no dates. We didn't want to do anything behind each others backs. We have sex with others as a couple, either spouse swapping with other couples or having group orgies with several other couples. It can get kind of wild, as you might expect. Women with women, guys with guys, everyone with everyone el

Nathan and Lena stood face to face, their expressions solemn. They were about to exchange their marriage vows. Our parents' eyes went red with joy. Nathan bent down and pressed a kiss to Lena's forehead. I suddenly remembered, years and years ago, Nathan holding my hand as we stood in front of the Sea Mother's shrine by the water. "When we get married, I want to ask God to let me live exactly one day less than you. That way, when we're old, I'll never have to watch you leave me first."

I tilted my head and flashed the camera an innocent, saccharine smile. "Honey, you're back! I helped you hit your goals tonight. Bruce just gave another ten gifts!" Bruce smacked a kiss on my shoulder, then glanced over at Jake. "Hey Jake, your wife is seriously slutty. Just think of tonight's donations as my tip to you for your trouble." Jake's fists clenched tight. His teeth ground together audibly, the muscles in his cheek twitching. The chat feed was full of mockery. [The cuckold's back!] [This guy can really take it.]

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

"You know exactly what we're about to face. But it doesn't matter—we'll be free of his control sooner if we make this money." I smiled quietly, saying nothing. Around us, a few other girls were watching. Axel began his manipulative pitch, telling them the only way to go to Zandumore was through fake marriages. He promised all the husbands would be respectable, high-quality men to reassure everyone.