Novel & Cerita Sans Swap

"Abigail, come with me. I know I messed up. From now on, it's just you. I can't live without you. Every time I close my eyes, I see you smiling at me." I put on my earrings, expression blank. "There's no going back. Wish your brother and me a happy marriage." He collapsed, sobbing. After that, Sean sent him overseas. His passport got taken. Without Sean's word, he wasn't coming back. One afternoon in the garden, Sean fed me a grape, then kissed my cheek while I painted. "Abigail, you're finally mine."

Lyra stood barefoot. She cut her palm. “House,” she whispered, “Take this. Take the night I woke up alone. Take the fear. Take the pain. Leave me my family.” Her blood dripped into the basin. The crystal exploded with white light. Lyra screamed. Not because it hurt. Because something was leaving her. The accident. The swap. The cold awakening. Gone. She collapsed. Kael caught her before she hit the floor. “Lyra. Look at me.”

" Claire crawled forward until her fingers gripped the edge of my desk. "Allie… fine, if you won't save Stephy, you have to save us! She's locked up now, but the public is boycotting our brand. The company is bleeding out, and our suppliers are demanding immediate payment of our debts. "Lend us some money so that we can get through this." Derek rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. His eyes were wild, rimmed with red. "Allison, our blood flows through your veins! You are our daughter. It's one thing to abandon Stephy, but you cannot watch your own parents drown without lifting a finger!"

, Sanskar smirked. "Do whatever you want, but still, my answer is no," Swara bellowed.

Sofia’s P.O.V It was extremely awkward. The whole date was. He either leaned back and stared at me, he was on the phone or the waitress tried every possible means to flirt with him. The first time she came to the table to take our orders, she faced him then after he ordered, she turned to walk out. I called her back and she said she would get his orders for us both. I refused because I was allergic then ordered what I wanted. The second time she came to our table to check on our night and by our night, I meant his.

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

"Granted. I will bestow upon you double the dowry and confer upon you the title of..." "Wait!" The Northern Plains envoy suddenly interrupted. "We've met this noble lady before. Isn't she your Crown Prince's bride? How has she suddenly become the peace marriage bride? Is Valoria making fools of the Northern Plains?"

Back in my office, I motioned for Finn to sit down. The wound on his arm looked severe. "Don't move." Holding his wrist, I carefully tightened the bandage. Finn's tall frame immediately went rigid. He looked like a soldier awaiting inspection. "You heal quickly, but Liam is still an Alpha. This injury shouldn't be taken lightly. "Go soak in the Silver Spring later." Noticing the faint redness creeping over his ears, I tilted my head. "Are you feeling all right?"

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