Swapping Daughters Novels & Stories

That was because I knew she wasn't truly seeking forgiveness. She had made another deal with the system. All she needed was for me to say I didn't blame her or that I wasn't angry anymore, and she'd be able to swap our weights again in an instant. I also learned that our weights couldn't be changed once the system locked in a new body weight. That meant she would never gain her weight back, no matter how much she ate. She would be stuck looking like a half-starved, barely human stick figure forever. The thought almost made me smile.

“Tomorrow at the earliest, the day after at most.” “You’ll have to put on a show then.” She spoke as if outlining a business plan. “Make it look like you were pressured. Like you struggled with the decision. Like you were finally ‘convinced’ by me.” “Play the role of a furious, heartbroken, and disappointed daughter to the fullest. Act as though you’ve reached your breaking point.” She turned to face me. “Then announce that you agree to let them swap the engagement from Noemie to you.” “But only on one condition.”

After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement. I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more. But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts. They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place. Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back. At last, I was free. I left this world in peace. Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness. But I was already dead.

My son's kidney is failing, and your daughter's kidney is a perfect match for him! "Will you believe me when I say that I only need to say the word, and Mom will immediately hand Cecily's kidney to me without questions?" I yanked my hand away immediately. I could not believe that she dared even to utter such words. I did not mind being humiliated. But now, she was making a move on Cecily of all people! However, before I could even steady myself, Diana suddenly slammed her hand against the door and screamed. "Mom! Laura hit me!"

The darkness that had consumed their mother now flowed through the veins of her daughters like poison. Sophia and Aurora no longer pretended to resist. The studio had become their church, the red lights their altar. Tonight’s stream was titled “Daughters of the Abyss.” Over 5.7 million viewers watched as the two sisters were dragged in on all fours, leashed and collared like the broken animals they had become.

“I worked alone for thirteen years while you stood in the shadows and acted like you were more righteous than I am." "Lauren!" A loud bang followed. “You are the one who started this; you wanted it to happen." “I started this? But you gladly let your daughter go with another woman to take my daughters' place." I froze, a lump forming in my throat. It was true. Lauren knew that her daughter was swapped. Heck, she even helped them swap the baby. She didn't know thirteen years ago. She knew from the day I was born. I was not bad-mouthed by a jealous housekeeper or nanny, as the movies showed us. I was abandoned by my own mother.

"I don't want to be involved in this. We are both retired now, and I rely solely on the government's monthly stipends to survive. Do you know what will happen if the woman reports us for swapping the babies?” Helena was irritated by Rachel's passivity and became restless. “Stop trying to discourage me, Rachel. Surely that woman isn't a fool to have overlooked her daughter's alpha features when the child came of age. Two omegas can't produce an alpha." "Then do it on your own. You don't need a witness," Rachel snapped. "No one forced you to swap the babies. I was unfortunate to witness you doing it." Helena broke into an evil smile, and Rachel narrowed her eyes like an irritated bat.

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

"I can’t wait." "That’s my girl," Liv said with a grin I could hear through the phone. "Now go pack. I’ll see you bright and early." We ended the call, and I sat there for a moment, phone still in hand, feeling a strange mix of nerves and anticipation. The idea of going back to Vermont stirred up a lot of memories—some good, some painful especially because it was in Vermont that I’d accepted this wife swap deal, not knowing that it would be one of the last times I’d see my sister again. But with Liv by my side, it felt a little less daunting. It felt like, maybe, I wasn’t facing all of this completely alone.

She sipped on her soup as she hurled insults at me. "You got my son killed and birthed a worthless brat in return! You're not getting any of this soup!" This happened on the day my daughter was born. Had I been reborn? I remembered just moments ago, the child who I'd painstakingly raised had unplugged my oxygen supply and then chatted away with the nanny happily. It was then I'd discovered my child had been swapped shortly after birth. I'd died in agony, filled with betrayal and despair. At present, Doris flung her spoon into the thermal container and slammed it onto the bedside table.