Swap Dad Novels & Stories

Joe sends a fast text message: Call me back right now, or I am calling Joh'Vonnie instead. Joe smiles. Every single one of his brothers is super soft for his mate. And all the sisters-in-law love Joe very much. Telling his brothers he will call their mates always works when they make him mad. Jackie rings back in less than a minute. He sounds very jumpy and not playful at all. "H-hello?" "How could you do that to me?" Joe snaps into the device. "I am sorry," Jackie says fast. He does not try to lie. "I owe him a big favor, Joe. I am surprised he wants the new machine for his favor. He pays full pack resources for it. I have no reason to tell him no."

I ask him though I already have an idea who is it. "I forget the full name but I think it's Chino." Daddy replied and there I confirm my hunch. It was chino indeed. "What now? Care to explain why your account is almost depleted?" Daddy asked, he was obviously angry, another thing he disliked was to squander our money. "Don't worry, dad. I'll fix this." I reply. "Where are you now, dad?" I asked and I can't help but swallow my saliva hoping that he wouldn't notice that I was trying to change our topic.

After hearing me out, Shaun's expression became solemn, and he asked if I had a solution. I nodded. "Kind of. But I still need your help." Shaun, as loyal as ever, immediately patted his chest and said, "Just say the word." I already had a rough idea of how Leon's exchange system worked. However, just to be safe, the moment I was discharged from the hospital, I mortgaged all my assets overnight and took out a ten-million-dollar loan for investment.

They can actually do that. I raised my eyes in horror. "Sage, no…" I was cut off by her. "So I've been thinking." She stepped closer and I could see dark circles under her eyes. "You're drowning in your perfect life. I'm drowning in my disaster. What if we switched?" Sage said. I stared at her in shock. "What?" "Switch lives for one semester. You take my place at Lincoln High, live with Dad. Be messy, be free, be whoever you want. I'll take your place here at Ashford, keep your grades up and play the perfect daughter."

All three of them looked relieved. Of course they did—my usefulness was about to expire. Their "good days" were just starting. So when the test ended that afternoon, no one showed to pick me up. I dragged myself home, only to find my luggage dumped outside. Inside, they were back to their cozy little trio. My parents had already ditched the fake kindness they'd worn all year. "Evelyn," Dad said, "the SATs are done. You're eighteen. We're not keeping you here anymore. Do whatever you want—we can't rely on you, and we're not obligated to support you."

Grace heart skipped a beat when she heard her uncle mentioning the clock “Hello! ummm Grace….” Shade said blushing “hello sir! May I know what you want to know about that clock” she asked “ can you tell me the where did you got this and how many are there and also if you could sell this to me” Shade asked “may I know why you want to buy this clock? It’s really old and not a desirable product” she asked “ My sister in law has a identical looking clock which she accidently broke. It was really dear to her so I wanted to get it for her” Shade replied and saw the color draining from Grace’s face

"Honey, Caleb and Betty are just showing their gratitude. If we turn it down, they'll feel bad." Damian's eyes shifted—probably doing mental math—before he fake-declined a few times, then took it with a big smile. Classic him. He couldn't resist a "deal," even if it meant squeezing his own brother. It wasn't always like this. Before we got married, he seemed selfless—saving up by skipping meals just to buy me flowers. He acted like money didn't matter, convincing everyone, including my parents, that he was head over heels for me.

I had my reasons, but damn if I was going to let him get the satisfaction of knowing them. He sat back, almost relaxed, and drummed his fingers on the table. "Here’s the thing, Adrianna," he said, voice suddenly casual, like we were discussing a coffee order instead of a corporate war. "You and I? We’re in the same boat. Eric? He's part of this, and so are we." I narrowed my eyes. "What are you suggesting?" Damien’s gaze flickered around the room before returning to me, sharp and calculating. "We team up. We solve our common problems together. You get the answers you want, and I get what I need. We can both come out on top, if you're willing to play along."