Story Swap Novels & Stories

"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.

Arman asked. "A bottle filled with poison would do, right?" Neha replied sarcastically. "I told my friend that you are giving me a Rolex watch with iPhone X." Arman replied. "Yes, in your dreams. I'm not giving you anything." Neha replied in an angry tone. Arman grabbed her by her arms and pinned her by the wall. "I already have told my friends, now you have to give me a Rolex watch and an iPhone or you'll regret the consequences." Arman replied through his gritted teeth.

But Knox hadn’t seemed interested. “If he still won’t go for it,” Wes mused, “I’ll distract her.” Vivienne’s chest squeezed painfully. “It would be easier if he fucked Celeste,” Wes continued, tone light and easy. “But…” He shrugged. “We can’t have Maddox getting annoyed and leaving, can we?” Vivienne’s stomach twisted. “Listen carefully.” Her gaze lifted toward him, heart thundering painfully. “There’s a remake in the works,” Wes said, voice low and sharp. “An old movie called Faded Wounds.”

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

She attached chat logs with my father in her post to prove that she was not the other woman. However, those posts were soon flagged as violations and blocked from being shared. One day, my younger self, Little Zoe, came home from kindergarten, crying. “Nobody would play with me today. They said you stole Melody’s daddy...” My mother held Little Zoe tightly and said, “Zoe, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry.” After hitting one dead end after another, she finally decided to leave Harbor City.

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.

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

"You! You're spouting lies!" I watched as Samuel and Eric approached and said with a sly grin, "Lies, you say? Perfect timing. Let's settle this right now." Just then, Samuel gave Eric a swift kick, sending him stumbling through the doorway. "Apologize to Sylvia now, you disgrace!" Eric's eyes lit up the moment he saw me.