Swapping Daughters Novels & Stories

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.

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

"Since you're so concerned about him, why don't we swap children? You've always envied me for having a son, and I've grown quite fond of Cassie." "T-That's impossible," Bianca stammered. "Zachary's sick, and I can't afford his treatment. Besides, you gave birth to him, so he's your responsibility!" I could not help but laugh. "Funny, because Cassie looks so much more like me, don't you think?" Bianca's face drained of color as she tried to grab Cassie from my arms, but I dodged her attempt.

Aren't you afraid of being laughed at for meddling in Thorne family affairs? I gazed into my stepmother's eyes and asked, "Where is my prophecy scroll? The Royal Observatory made it for me using my birth date and time." Her eyes flickered. "What's yours and mine? You're both Thorne daughters in the end. Your sister has a gentle nature. What's wrong with you as the elder sister letting her have this?" In my previous life, it was the same. Cordelia took my prophecy scroll and replaced me, then seized all the dowry my mother left behind.

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

They said calling the police was bad luck, but the truth was, they were all in on it—two of a kind, and not the good kind. "Oh, my poor son!" Jayden's mother wailed, suddenly reaching for tissues. "Leah! If you hadn't been so controlling, he wouldn't have run away! You rich girls are all the same—spoiled! If I'd known, I never would have agreed to this match. I should've let him be with Sophie instead!" Her words turned to sobs, painting me as manipulative, high-maintenance, and unworthy of their precious son. I wondered how Jayden had twisted the truth so thoroughly to them over the years.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

The word hits like a blunt object. “For hours I watched Ophelia cry for a child she was told didn’t exist.” Lucy’s voice cracks slightly now. “And I watched you stand tall and unaffectedlike a god rewriting fate.” My hands curl into fists. “You had no authority..” “I had humanity.” Her voice explodes. The girl flinches. “I swapped the girls before dawn,” Lucy continues, breathing harder. “I put your biological daughter in my daughter’s place.” The room tilts. “You’re saying..”

My gaze slid past everyone and landed on the bridal carriage sitting in the corner. Pearls studded every inch of it, catching the light in a soft glow. Nobody knew that while our parents had spent all their time nursing Lena through one fake illness after another, every single one of those pearls—normally something an elder in the family dove for by hand—had been gathered by me, one trip after another, into the ocean, myself. I stared at that carriage, my voice coming out rough. "And the carriage?" My father frowned. "We'll have another one made for you later. This one goes to Lena for now."

Mom replied and softly caressed my hair while keeping me in her embrace. “As much as I would hate to break this new found ‘Mother - Daughter’ moment but I am kind of jealous of you, Mom,” Ryder spoke making me peek at Mom’s expression. “I wanna hug my mate instead,” he whined. She playfully glared at her son while everyone else laughed. “I guess I will have to ask San’s father to swap our children. I am willing to offer my 3 sons for this angel here,” Mom said and a united whiny “MOMMMM” echoed back making me giggle.