Novel & Cerita Swapping Daughters

Thatcher lunged forward, but Marcus was there in an instant, a heavy hand landing on Thatcher’s shoulder, forcing him back into his seat. Arthur leaned forward, his eyes shifting from Killian to me, a sickening, calculating smirk spreading across his lips. "If it’s about a St. Claire daughter, Killian... we can make a swap. Bianca is younger. She’s more... accommodating. She would gladly take Elowen’s place in your bed if it means saving the company." The words hit me like a physical blow. My own father was offering my sister up like a piece of meat to save his bank account.

“Where is she?” “Here she is,” Alaine said as she pulled Tracy closer to her. “I bet you haven’t seen the company’s news.” Rhoda shook her head, then stared at the woman waiting for her to tell her what was going on. “The kids were swapped at birth. She is my biological daughter, Tracy. Can you please be the one serving her?” Rhoda stared at the girl whom her friend had introduced. Hearing her last sentence, she frowned, not understanding why the latter would request such a thing, but she still nodded as the woman really requested anything.

” She spread her arms, a wide smile on her face. I gripped the sides of my chair, my heart thumping heavily. Forgetting this was a recording, I shouted at the screen, “What did you do?!” Our telepathy struck again. Our telepathy struck again. “I switched our babies—the older of my twins with your only daughter. That was the only time I felt grateful for looking like you—it made the switch so easy.” She let out a laugh, pure delight and satisfaction in her tone. I felt sick to my stomach as I stared at the unhinged woman on the screen.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

"Do you even know the kind of people you're defending?" They hesitated, confused. Doubt flickered across their faces. I didn't say a word. Just held out my phone and opened the report my super-efficient PI had already sent. Right there on the screen: Della was Patrick's illegitimate daughter. And six years ago, that baby swap? Totally intentional. Patrick's move.

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

"Do you? Then you should know who my father is." His jaw tightened. "Does this really have to become something so big?" "I'm not the one making it big." I stood. "Your daughter almost killed me." Outside the station, Dad patted my shoulder. "Well done." I smiled. "Dad, I've decided. I'm not transferring." He looked surprised. "Why?"

The nurse was visibly taken aback as she explained, "Sir, we live in an era of gender equality. So, a daughter is just as valuable." Before Dad could even process her words, the nurse had already held Juliette upright in front of his face. As soon as her features came into sharp focus, his pupils dilated. Just then, Mom charged out of the delivery room, screaming at the top of her lungs. "They swapped them. They swapped our baby!" She seized Dad's arm so tightly that her fingernails nearly dug into his flesh. "They're conspiring against me! They must be afraid we won't treat that little bastard! I know what I gave birth to; it was a boy!"

"Out of respect for your biological parents, who sacrificed their lives by shielding me from that truck, I gave you a chance! Yet, you reward me by conspiring with the mob to murder my biological daughter and stealing the lifeblood of our company?" Under the whole family's stares and the weight of the ironclad evidence, Natalie panicked. "Dad! Ev, Ez! I can explain. It's not what you think…" Disregarding the burning pain in her eyes, she scrambled across the floor to grab Dad's leg, but she was pinned to the ground by my bodyguards. "Don't touch me!" Dad twisted his head away in utter disgust, as if he was looking at a hideous monster.

Her dark, hollow eyes locked onto mine. "If you get the system, don't let her have an easy life. Margaret's daughter can't beat mine. I want you to stay ahead of her in everything. You hear me?" Poppy nodded frantically. "I hear you, Mom. I promise. "The first thing I'll do when I get the system is swap James to her. I'll swap the baby in my belly to her, too. I'll grind her into the dirt!" I did not want to hear anymore. I left, got in my car, and drove back to my own place.