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"Edward, the company just pulled you from all scheduled appearances for the entire year. All your endorsements have been terminated, and you have to pay astronomical breach-of-contract penalties!" Edward stormed out the door, leaving Natalie frozen in place. Slowly, she balled her blistered, red hand into a fist, and a creeping coldness filled her eyes.

"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."

Before I could say a word, Grace lunged toward them, her hand outstretched as if she planned to hack at my hair herself. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I grabbed Grace’s wrist mid-lunge, my fingers tightening around her with surprising strength. She gasped, dropping the scissors with a clatter. “No,” I said softly, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremble in my throat. “You won’t do that.” Grace wrenched her hand away, her eyes blazing. “How dare you—” I didn’t bother letting her finish. Turning on my heel, I marched toward the cashier, pulling out my wallet. I paid for the service, ignoring Grace’s fiery glare behind me. Then, without giving Grace so much as a second g

she grabbed the bookbag I had thrown on the floor and started to pull the sweatpants on "oh no no no" you are not going to wear those things while you're in my body" "well either I wear them or you do sweetheart" I looked at her smug smile "fine, I rather I look a mess in your body than you look a mess in mine" I pulled the tights off and threw them at her, she tossed me the sweatpants "okay so whats the plan when we go to each others homes" she asked while sliding on one of my Chanel shirts

No distractions, no wasted movement. The headlines had painted him as a playboy billionaire. But the man in front of me? He looked like a CEO. Efficient. Focused. Untouchable. “Miss Williams?” His voice was calm, measured. He didn’t even look up from the tablet. I blinked. “Uh, no.” He finally lifted his gaze, studying me like I was part of a business transaction. Not rude. Not arrogant. Just… assessing. “You’re not Jenna.” I straightened. “She had another engagement. I’m taking her place. I'm Adrianna James”

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

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.

“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,