Switched At Birth Drama Novels & Stories

Reluctantly, I set Cassie down and watched as she ran to Bianca's side. "You little brat, are you trying to get on my nerves?" Bianca snapped, reaching out to twist Cassie's ear. Before I could step in, the door to the private dining room burst open. The server exclaimed, "Ms. Sawyer, your son's in trouble!" Zachary had been born with a genetic heart condition that required surgery. Since his birth, I spent a fortune on his medical bills. In my previous life, I had sacrificed everything to make him healthy and even helped him get into the prestigious Loirue College.

Tears burned my eyes as I stumbled backward, heart pounding like a war drum. Tetra framed me. I knew I was innocent. I knew it. But never once did I imagine the culprit was her. 10 years ago, the truth came out that I had been switched at birth. I was born during the time of war, and a maid who gave birth the same time as my mother switched her daughter with me, the Alpha and Luna’s child. She wanted to make sure her own daughter would be safe, because no matter what, the royal family would protect the heir.

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?"

“Do you think it’s some recessive werewolf genes from way back in her ancestral line or something?” It was the fact that she’d been switched with my biological daughter at birth, but I couldn’t tell her that. “Maybe,” I said, keeping my gaze trained on the kids. “As long as she’s healthy, safe, and happy, nothing else matters to me. Oh, wow, Sawyer’s fast!” I grinned at her, and she finally turned to watch the kids. “Your boys have grown up so much in just a few months!” I marveled. Thankfully, she took the bait and followed my change of subject.

They asked those around if they knew anyone with the name Tris; they nodded in affirmation and gave them directions to her house. When they arrived, they found the woman arguing with her 18-year-old son. The boy then budged out of the house. Out came a little girl in worn-out clothes. They looked at her, and she looked exactly like Jake. They were excited and ran to hug her. Tris saw this and got angry. She asked them why they came to her house, and the next thing was to try to get her only daughter on their side. They spoke to Tris, and she requested money before allowing them to run the DNA test on Maria. When they got to the hospital, the test came out positive. The Andersons were overjoy

The headline at the bottom of the screen reads: “Willford Heiress Not Biological Daughter—Family Claims Infant Switch at Birth.” I turn up the volume, transfixed. “After extensive testing, we have confirmed that my sister—the woman we have raised and loved as Selina Willford—shares no biological connection to our family,” Caleb states. “We believe there was a deliberate switch at the time of birth, orchestrated by parties who perhaps wished to infiltrate and even potentially destroy our family line.” My mind flashes back to yesterday at the hospital, to my strange connection to Caleb and his equally-strange question to Arthur: “Are you sure she’s human?”

Before Zoey could explain further, a woman’s voice called out, “Two hundred million.” The crowd fell silent, and no one else made a bid. Braeden clicked his tongue. “That’s Madeleine, the daughter of the Keller family. There are five children in the Keller family, and Madeleine is the third. I’ve heard that they moved back to the country to search for their biological daughter.” Zoey’s curiosity piqued. “Their biological daughter?” Braeden nodded. “Yes. The Keller family’s youngest daughter was switched at birth, and no one knows if she’s alive or dead, or where she’s been.”

A gaping wound that reopened and festered instantly. "Evangeline... was a sickly baby. Not many people knew," Luna Alena began, her voice breaking. "We didn't even realize it. Not until Doctor Andromeda told us. She recognized the symptoms—a need for blood of a child who was a match. And you were there, just a baby. An orphaned baby." "A baby you were happy to sacrifice to save your own," I hissed, a growl rising in my heaving chest. The massive infirmary closed in around us as she shook her head in denial.

My eyes opened briefly at her words, and my mom hid the truth to Mara. Scratching my head in annoyance, I groaned, “I swear when she comes to be switched, killing her will be easier than talking a single thing to what will be a mutt!” My words made Milo chuckle, but Calvin shot at him. “You did what!” Milo rolled his eyes at Calvin’s sudden shouting.

"I knew it! It's that shameless woman, Roxanne!" Jensen continued his performance, lowering his head with a heavy sigh. "That can't be, Mom. I believe Roxy. Maybe the babies got switched." But the nurse quickly interjected, "That's impossible. Our procedures are extremely strict. Every newborn wears an identification band right after birth—there's no way they were switched." In just a few exchanges, the narrative was set—and I was the villain once again. Jensen's mother glared at me with hatred, crying out dramatically, "Heavens, how could we have let a woman like her into our home?! She'd fooled around with another man and brought his bastard into our family! What a disgrace!"