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On the fifteenth of every month, Rowan Hawthorn and I would swap homes. Eighteen years ago, a hospital accidentally swapped our embryos during IVF and put them into the wrong mothers. When the truth came out, my biological parents, Frank and Ronnie Hawthorn, wanted to keep Rowan. But his biological parents, Eugene and Rowena Cooper, wanted him back. They decided that he would live with each family for one month. Then, we would switch on the fifteenth of every month. I, on the other hand, became the unwanted burden. Wherever Rowan went, the house would be fully stocked with snacks and drinks. He would receive a thousand dollars as his monthly allowance, and the sunlit room would always b

he argues. I refuse to seek the help of a warlock. I will kneel down and beg our mate while she eats if I have to. "I will beg her day and night. She can resist Reid's charms but not my stubbornness," I say.

"I've been searching for you these three years." "Isabella was dealt with long ago. She'll never come back to disturb us again." Dealt with? I sneered coldly. Did he think killing Isabella would solve everything? Did he think I would forgive him that way? I just looked at him coldly, saying nothing. Letting him feel despair in the silence. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" Alexander was in tears. The once invincible mafia Don now had no dignity left. Kneeling on the flower shop floor, begging for my forgiveness.

] [Well, we all know that she's selling her body for fast cash. [Look at her figure. She's not bad. I would like to have a go at her, too.] The overwhelming tide of abuse left my mind completely blank. The world spun before my eyes, and I could no longer stand. I slumped to the floor. 'Jason Chase, how cruel you are.'

But in Bryer’s chest, it was thunder, loud and chaotic and impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, glanced down at the book again as if to reassure himself it was still real. The Sky Beneath Our Feet. That was the one. The out-of-print novel Raegan had mentioned weeks ago over lukewarm coffee and crumpled napkins at the diner down the street. He remembered the way she’d leaned forward as she talked, elbows on the table, hands moving animatedly like she was trying to pull the memory closer. She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.

He looked so small, so innocent, so perfect. I had the crown. I had the power. And as the war for my son’s future moved from the shadows into the light, I knew that the price of the crown was high. But for Félix, I would pay it in blood if I had to. "Mommy! Look!" Félix shouted, waving his little hand. I waved back, a smile on my face that hid a blade in my heart. The execution hadn't ended at the gala. It was only just beginning.

That single sentence was practically a death sentence to Luca and Sally. The two of them kneeled on the floor in despair, unwilling to be removed from our family. They begged by prostrating themselves and pounding their heads against the ground incessantly until blood streamed down their foreheads. They didn't dare to stop, knowing that they needed our mercy more than anything. But the moment they chose to harm me, they had already pushed themselves to the point of no return. Any wish for leniency was nothing more than their own delusion. Grandma, who had once doted on them, trembled as she stepped forward to plead on their behalf. "They've already learned their lesson. Why don't we…"

Damian said flatly, "Take us to them." They brought them to the room where I was waiting. I was pulling my hospital coat tighter, still pale. I looked up when the door opened. Damian walked in. He stopped. His eyes went wide. I met his gaze and smiled, thin and colorless. "I don't want money." "I want his life in exchange." "Or he could give me my baby back."

There are so few views, now that Goodnovel provided me a platform, but I am more than happy to continue this story and perhaps, make it my first completed novel. So now allow me to talk about the novel itself. I have talked to my editor about it and I came to know that my first few chapters are quite odd. The beginning chapter itself barely had any conversation. Well… To be honest, it can’t be helped since I wrote it on my first attempt in writing. I have no background. No experience. I read. I read. I read a ton. I was very smug about my memory since I could remember all sorts of details from hundreds of chapters back.

a woman yelled. I ran fast, clutching the clothes I'd taken. I knew I wasn't a thief. I just really needed something else to wear. One day I found myself sleeping in a park. I had cardboard laid out on the grass as a bed. I didn't even mind the cold coming from the ground anymore. What mattered was having somewhere to sleep. I'd also learned how to beg so I could eat. "Miss, spare me some change," I pleaded to a woman passing through the park.