Swap Family Novels & Stories

On the day of my daughter's sip-and-see, I only invited the people closest to me. At the party, Benjamin stood up and announced, "Starting today, fifteen percent of Brighton Corp's shares will be transferred to Kyla in her name." The room went quiet for a beat—then broke into applause. Diana took my hand, eyes a little red. "Kyla, hold on to those shares. Don't give them to Bruce. A woman needs something that's hers. Even if love fades, you'll still have you." I squeezed her hand tighter. My chest felt warm, steady.

“She came from nothing. Nikolai picked her up and gave her family a share of the company. It was a mistake from the beginning. When she died, it broke my son. He became rude even to Betty, and she had to leave for a while. I’m glad she’s back. Now go speak to your father. Make this deal happen.” She left me standing there on the balcony, the breeze suddenly feeling colder. I went back inside, my mind spinning. I needed to get out of this house, even if it was just to Chloe’s father’s place. Maybe there I could find real answers about the body swap. I changed into something simple, packed a small bag I didn’t really need, and went downstairs. One of the drivers approached me politely. “Ma’am,

Everyone in the hall was shocked. The series of earth-shattering revelations had left everyone too stunned to think straight. They had completely forgotten that there was also supposed to be a peace marriage today. The envoy from the Northern Plains strode into the hall. "Your Majesty, where is our bride? My father the King's wedding tribute has filled the entire Royal Plaza. Does Valoria intend to break the engagement?" I took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the Emperor. "I am willing to take my sister's place in the peace marriage to the Northern Plains. I beg Your Majesty to grant this."

So I don't owe that penalty either. Derek frowned. "Those are separate matters. You can't mix them up. "Besides, Megan and I are married. My money is her money. If I don't pay, that's my call—but you not paying is—" I cut him off. "Derek. We're not married. I already have a husband, and he's not you." Derek looked annoyed. "Don't talk nonsense in front of outsiders. "Either way, I've given the project to Riley. Mr. Chambers, you run the organization—surely you can't go back on your word."

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.

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

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.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.