Swapping Daughters Novels & Stories

I was swamped—back-to-back video calls, constant business trips. A week later, my studio finally made the news. That day, my father called me for the first time—on his own initiative. His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it. "Heard your project's doing well." "Mm." "Come home for dinner sometime. I'll have the cook make your favorites." I didn't say yes. I didn't say no. His change of heart came for two reasons: I'd actually made something of myself. And everyone in the circle knew that the Powell family's invisible third daughter had married the heir of the Kraft Group.

"Why did you swap your daughter's baby? Was it jealousy over her seemingly happier life? How do you justify causing your son-in-law's death? What do you have to say for yourself?" I froze, staring at them in confusion. "Why would I ever swap my granddaughter for another baby? That's absurd! Who put you up to spreading these lies?" Before the reporters could respond, Sarah broke down in tears behind me. "Mom! Where is my baby? Do you still hate me that much? Why did you swap my child? "Where is my precious baby girl? What is that ugly thing you're holding? Say something! I demand an explanation!" With that, Sarah scrambled off the hospital bed and rushed toward me. Her eyes were red and swoll

"I'm not the right person to tell you this. My daughter..she gave the other daughter to your mother that day. She will be the one to tell you.... everything." Other daughter? "But you said I had twins... " "Yes. You gave birth. To twin daughters.'' My clutch on reality shattered. ~*~ "Sixteen years ago, before you gave birth, your mother came to me." Emily Waldorf began. "She said you knew you never wanted to have a baby in the first place. And that it was a mistake. A mistake with the wrong man. But then you didn't want to terminate the pregnancy..and at same time, you didn't want it. So she told me, that once the baby was delivered, I should swap him and tell you that he died during his ar

"Never. She's always been so careful." "Because it wasn't a blackout," I say. "It was the swap. Somebody took our real daughter that night and replaced her with..." I gesture at the girl on the sofa. "With this. A clone. A copy. I don't know how, but that's what happened." "You're crazy," the fake Nora whispers. "You're both crazy."

"Dana! You really are something! Tell me! Who is his father? You cheated before marriage! You owe me compensation—two million, no, twenty million!" Lana gritted her teeth and shoved me. "Since you have such an excellent son, why are you trying to steal my daughter? I’ve been working like a mule for your family, yet you’re so vicious!" Yasmine reached out and slapped my arm hard! "You witch! Return the hundred dollars I gave you!"

"Since you've figured out who I am, you also know I am the true heir of the Sawyer family. So, both of the companies you own belong to me! You better transfer their shares to me while I'm still asking nicely!" Amara demanded She might have grown up spoilt in the Hardwell family, but the Hardwells favored sons over daughters. As such, she wouldn't receive any inheritance even if she had been born as a legitimate Hardwell, let alone as one who had been birth-swapped.

They went from being the daughters of a wealthy man to having nothing. Mrs Morgan was the youngest of the sisters. The other three were already married but had only given birth to daughters. Mrs Morgan was the lucky one—she married a billionaire. When Mrs Morgan was about to give birth, her eldest sister, Veronica, felt she had to act when the doctor said she couldn't give birth again because of her complications. She feared that if her younger sister also had a daughter, the same fate would repeat itself. So, she did the unthinkable—she swapped the baby at the hospital.

"Grace isn't your daughter," I said clearly. "She's mine." The champagne glass slipped from Sarah's hand, shattering on the marble floor. "What did you say?" Her voice shook. "Your real daughter is Mistake, the one you've been torturing in the basement for eighteen years."My hand touched the DNA test results in my pocket. Sarah laughed, high and hysterical. "You're lying. My Grace is perfect. She's brilliant. She's going to Harvard!"

It closed behind them. "What the fuck?" asked Hank. My best friend stood. "Carter, those girls just... jumped out of a portal." "Like from Chrono Trigger," groaned Tommy. "That old video game from the nineties." "Yeah, my dad plays it sometimes," said Brent. He was a linebacker on the team. "He's into those old retro RPGs." "We're your daughters, Daddy!" squealed the purple-haired twin. "I'm Jenny." "And I'm Penny" the pink-haired twin purred. "We're Amy and Emmy Davenport's daughters. Your daughters! We've been in the Slutty End of Time so we could grow up and fuck you today. Isn't that hot? The Naughty Wordsmith did that."

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.