Novel & Cerita Swap Family

" 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!"

Black marble floors. Paintings that probably cost more than everything I owned. And somewhere upstairs, footsteps echoed faintly. No wonder my parents wanted to send Lucia here. Money and no love is a great bargain because what we were going to have wasn’t even a real relationship. It was a merger disguised as a marriage. Their families needed financial stability. Roman Falcone needed a respectable fiancée after weeks of media scandals which I heard the maids talk about on our way in. Everybody won. Except maybe the people getting married.

[Did this idiot forget that the largest shareholder of his talent agency is Dad? Mom sneered. Without lifting her head, she called out, "Damian." Damian pulled out the agreement in an instant. "Mr. Edward, pursuant to Articles 12 and 35 of the agreement, you have condoned Ms. Natalie's attempt to scald Ms. Nevaeh, and you have utilized your public influence to slander Ms. Nevaeh. You'll be blacklisted for one year, all your endorsements will be terminated, and your income for this year will be confiscated as compensation for Ms. Nevaeh's emotional distress."

And weren't you the one saying I was Sean's fiancée this whole time? Milo shook his head hard, something broken slipping out of his throat. The carefree guy from before? Gone. Now he looked wrecked—his expensive suit streaked with grass. An arm wrapped around my waist. "Milo, you've lost it," Sean said, voice cold. "Lost it?" Milo barked. "You stole my fiancée and you're blaming me? Don't hide behind being my brother while you take my girl." Before leading me away, Sean glanced back. "Keep acting like this, I'll send you overseas. I run the family now. You're just living off dividends. Don't push it."

It was too early to tell who would stay poor forever, Morgan. … The morning after we registered our marriage, I woke up to see Savannah getting dressed. The money had been transferred back, and the cash was neatly placed by my pillow. "Why…" "If you give me everything, what are you going to live on? Men have to socialize, too. You have dinners and drinks, and you need a suit…"

“Everett, you—” He didn’t look at me. His focus stayed locked on Calliope. “But you need to swear this is your choice. No regrets. No second thoughts. And you’ll keep the truth buried—that Seraphina took your place. If you break your promise, you’ll shoulder the consequences alone.” Calliope scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Regret? Why would I regret it? We’re talking about the Laurent family. Women all over the world would kill for a chance to marry into that kind of wealth and power.”

"We have talked about this over and over again, I do not think there is reason for us to talk about it again. The Winston family is the richest in the city, we are the third richest but you know that..." "Being anything apart from the best is never an option" Cherry completed the words of her father. "You are so smart! We can only reach the top through the Winston's family and I know all that I have done to make sure that this marriage works out, you have to make Damien fall for you. I know how wise you are, Cherry, that is why I trust you to know how to get things through with Damien Winston. I know you are going to find a way to get him to transfer some of his shares to us" he replied.

Frank then helped me up and gently fed me some water. "Thank you for saving me," I replied. He responded, "How about helping me out if you're truly thankful?" "What?" I looked up at him, confused. "My family has been pressuring me about marriage lately. Can you act as my girlfriend to help me deal with them?" Frank's earnest expression showed he meant business. I looked at him in silence. "I've already covered the medical bills. Just rest here and don't worry about the cost. This is my business card. You can contact me after you've thought it over." Frank left the ward after handing me his card.

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!"

"She got some parent to accuse me of stealing—just to humiliate me. And now I'm supposed to call it a mistake? My bag went missing and somehow ended up with her. Was I really wrong to call the police?" Nearby, Jenny sniffled, her face streaked with tears. "Willow, I never meant to." Melvin threw up his hands. "Fine! I took your bag! Go ahead, have them arrest me! But Willow, we're husband and wife. What's yours is mine too!" I kept my voice even. "We didn't even register our marriage. So what exactly is there to call yours?" Just then, our son, Finn Quayle, came running over. As soon as he saw me, his face fell. "Mom? What are you doing here?"