Switched At Birth Books Novels & Stories

In my past life, I had deferred to Mom and Dad's will, allowing my frail sister, Vivienne Everhart, to wed the physically formidable Dominic Romano. Yet, the result had been a crazed Vivienne rushing into my delivery room with a knife, screaming, "Why is it you who bore the Romano famiglia's first grandson while I was locked in a mental institution? It's not fair!" I had been left bruised and battered by her actions. She had then dragged me down from the high-rise building, yelling, "You're only worthy of being beneath me, Isabella Everhart!"

The moment before I turned off my phone for the flight, I posted the long message I'd written before onto social media. I wrote about my past. I told everyone how I had been swapped for another baby when I was little, and how my adoptive parents had humiliated and abused me to the point I almost lost my life multiple times. I wrote about how I had gone to see my birth parents when I found out about the truth at age fifteen, only to be faced with discrimination and animosity. My own parents tried to stop me from reaching greater heights, my own brother tried to destroy me, and even my friend who I treated sincerely was trying to trick me, too.

Whenever they were in a bad mood, I was the first person they took it out on. Then my little brother was born, and I became the burden they wanted to get rid of. One night, I was hiding outside the door when I overheard them talking inside. “Now that we have our son, we can get rid of that little brat. Out of sight, out of mind.” “Fine, we’ll do it your way. It’s been three years since the babies were switched, and no one came looking for her.” “Take her somewhere far away. Make sure she can’t find her way back.”

I finally said. She stood in front of me. Her face was calm. "Luna gave birth to a girl, and my son needed an heir to his throne. So my son's need for an heir and I with the doctor planned to switch you after you were born." She said. I was shocked about what I heard. I thought of my mother. I couldn't believe what I just heard. "Come on, grandma, you're joking, right," I asked with a smile. "My princess," she said and continued. "That's the picture over there. It's the boy we switched you with. After some days, he got sick. We tried our best to keep him alive, but we couldn't." She said and pointed at the wall.

“Oh, Amelia. I would have wanted you. I would have loved you from the start, just as I do now, had I been given the chance. But I was denied that chance.” “What do you mean?” I asked. The tears fell from her eyes one by one. “You were switched with Sienna at birth. I had no idea that Sienna wasn’t my true child and that my true child was lost to me. Whoever took you abandoned you in the human realm. It was only much later, after you arrived here, that we were able to make the connections and learn what really happened.” Switched… at birth? Gods, I couldn’t imagine anything so painful. Yet, as much as this moment hurt, the raw emotion on clear display on my mother’s face, it also healed the s

His face is a brilliant bright red, and he mumbles, "I hate when that happens." He is embraced by Lana as she sighs. He was an exceptionally early switcher. Typically, pups begin to shift at about twelve. He had changed just before his seventh birthday, and since no one knew who his parents were because they had abandoned him at the border soon after his birth, it was impossible to determine whether it was genetic or an accident.

I corrected my dad and said, "Dad, it's Casper Ford now." Casper’s eyes opened wide with rage, and his spit almost hit my face as he yelled, "Shut up! I'm a Shaw! How could I be the one who was switched at birth? Dad, don't let Joan trick you!" Hannah stopped crying and hurried to speak to my dad. "There must be a mistake. I gave birth to a daughter, and the one who was switched was also a daughter. Mr. Casper is an outstanding young man, how could he be my son?"

"My parents bought it for me when I got into college." I stood there for a while as I processed this. Then, I said, "I hate rich people." He chuckled. "Come on, don't be like that. What's mine is yours, right? The place is cleaned regularly, so we can move in today… If you don't mind, of course." I shook my head vigorously. "Of course, I don't mind!" "Let's head to your dorm so you can pack your things, then." "Okay!" As I dragged Nathan to my dorm, my phone rang in my bag. I pulled it out. "Hi, Mom. What's up?"

"And then you were born. However, when you arrived, there was no cry, and your mother remained unaware of your condition. After the umbilical cord was cut, someone presented a supposedly deceased infant to your mother, informing her the second child had suffered from prolonged oxygen deprivation and passed away." "Your mother was devastated and fainted. All the doctors focused on saving Susan and your mother, none noticing the real you being discreetly taken away. This was all orchestrated by your grandmother. It was a strange and fortunate turn of events. Throughout the transfer, you remained tranquil, not uttering a sound." "No one discovered that you were switched and smoothly sent out of

On the day I turned a month old, the Fairchilds booked the most luxurious hotel in the entire city to host a banquet. I lay peacefully in my cradle. [These demons are definitely going to stir up trouble again today.] Mom stood beside my cradle, gently patting my little tummy, her eyes filled with reassurance. While the guests were showering me with flattery, my fourth-oldest brother, Emerson Fairchild, my fifth-oldest brother, Evan Fairchild, and my sixth-oldest brother, Ezra Fairchild, walked in and gathered around Natalie.