Novel & Cerita Sans Swap

“So, they want something that is going to really drive up their summer traffic and make old customers get new watches.” “Okay,” I said, opening my own file on Swap, except my file was on my computer. It’s the 21st century, this girl is really good-looking, but I don’t know why she is keeping things in manila folders still. I opened a couple of files on projects that we had done for Swap over the past few years. As I began to look at the old files, a brilliant idea occurred to me, brainstorms were a lot easier when the brain is loose. “Want a drink?” I asked.

I’m still pressed against Marcus, his body a warm, solid presence that I’m reluctant to leave. “A mistake?” Vanessa laughs, a sharp, brittle sound. “Lilian, the only mistake would be pretending this didn’t happen. That we didn’t all feel… whatever the hell this is.” She gestures between the four of us, her eyes gleaming with a reckless fire. “So, let’s stop pretending. Let’s just… do it.” Daniel stares at her, his expression unreadable. “Do what?” “The swap,” she says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “One week. No rules, no regrets. Just… us. Seeing what happens.” My heart hammers against my ribs. One week with Marcus.

When Sarah and Leo barged into my office, I was counseling a werewolf with mania. I frowned, signaling my assistant to take the patient to the lounge. "Ella, you forged the diagnosis report!" Sarah slammed a document on my desk. It was the real report with her name on it. "You're just mad I wouldn't donate blood for you, so you're using this dirty trick to get revenge, right?" Her colleagues gasped. Leo looked at me with disappointment. "Ella, I didn't think you'd turn out like this. Do you know how hard Sarah worked for this exchange program? You're ruining her future!"

Friends told me they'd seen Jayden strutting through designer boutiques, and my phone was filled with photos they'd sent of his lavish lifestyle: a watch, a new car, another watch. I neither blocked nor replied. It was all comedy to me—how lost they were without the Devin Group. The third, biggest rebate never came. Overnight, both the scheme and Sophie vanished. Jayden's company teetered on bankruptcy, the money they had once earned through us long gone, replaced by a mountain of debt. The next morning, Jayden showed up at my door, his face gray and hollow. When I stepped out, fresh from a business meeting, he forced what he must have thought was a charming smile.

Mia's and Finn’s cries mixed with Marissa’s shrieking drew attention from the neighbors. Slowly, people began gathering around, rubbing their sleepy eyes. After witnessing the scene, their eyes widened and a neighbor hurriedly chimed in, "Goodness gracious, Sophie, take it easy! Marissa’s old. She can’t handle that kind of rough treatment.” I spun toward them, my voice cutting through the murmur. "Oh, I’m supposed to take it easy on the woman who swapped my son for someone else’s child? She even tried to steal my parents’ inheritance and give it all to her granddaughter.

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

With smooth words and a classic pyramid scheme pitch, I tricked him into investing every cent that Carter had given him. But Chris’s greed was boundless. To make a fortune overnight, he borrowed a massive sum from loan sharks. He plunged himself into a debt so large that he could never repay it in his lifetime. At this point, all it took was a simple offer: If he stole a confidential file from Scott Corporation, his high-interest debt would be wiped clean. On top of that, he would receive a $400,000 reward for his trouble. An opportunity like that, too good to be true, was something he would never turn down.

"I don't understand what you mean, Melanie. The whole nation envies you for marrying a man like him. You have a net worth people can only dream of, and life's perfect for you. I'd never set you up." She darted ahead and grabbed my sleeve. "Don't play dumb with me! He married you in our previous lives! You knew he was a monster, but you were waiting for me to step right into it! You didn't tell me anything! You knew! You knew!" I flung her hand away and sneered. "Ah, so you finally get it. You're not the only one reborn with memories." … In my previous life, I kindly made a bowl of meatball stew for Jonathan. He was a vagrant back then.

Once I get reborn, the first thing I will do is swap mates with my cousin, Clara Evonfall. In my previous life, Clara and I had held our mate-bonding ceremonies on the same day. Clara, a docile and gentle she-wolf, was forced to become the mate of Gilbert Vargas, the cold and aloof Alpha of the Bloodthorn pack. On their bonding anniversary, Gilbert abandoned Clara just so he could be with his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Penning. Because of that incident, Clara and Gilbert gave each other the cold shoulder for the next 50 years.