A Very Loving Wife Swap Novels & Stories

Identical twins. One outrageous lie. A deadly game. Ashley Grey has always lived in the shadow of her adventurous twin, Ashton. But when Ashton convinces Ashley to masquerade as her for a weekend with her husband's icy family, a harmless prank turns into a nightmare. Ashton vanishes, leaving Ashley trapped with a man who seems to despise her. As Ashley struggles to deal with the news about her sister's disappearance, a chilling truth emerges – Ashton's marriage was a web of deception, and Ashley may have inherited more than just her sister's marriage problems. Now, a mysterious stalker threatens to expose Ashley's secret, and the only person she can trust is the very man that doesn't trus

A week after giving birth, I stumbled across a post online. [My daughter married way out of her league. How do I make her divorce him?] The poster claimed to be a mother. According to her, the older daughter was lazy, selfish, and completely unworthy of such an amazing family. So she planned to force the older daughter to get divorced, then marry her sweet, obedient younger daughter into the same family instead. The comments blew up instantly. [I've seen favoritism, but this is actually insane.] [Was the older daughter adopted or something? What kind of mom schemes against her own kid?] [So you're basically passing one rich husband around between sisters? Girl, what the hell.] Then,

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.

Zara Bello had two rules: Keep her head down. Survive. That was before she stepped in front of a bullet for Billionaire CEO Damian Cole. Now she’s his personal PA. Living in his penthouse. Guarded 24/7 by his most dangerous man: Marcus Okafor. Damian is cold, possessive, and convinced Zara belongs to him. Marcus is silent, protective, and looks at her like she’s the only thing worth saving. The tension explodes when Zara finds out she’s pregnant. “Mine,” Damian says. “You were in my bed that night.” But the DNA results tell a different story. The baby isn’t Damian’s. It’s Marcus’s. And that’s when hell breaks loose. Because Marcus isn’t supposed to be a bodyguard.

Zari Jones, a beautiful soul, and loving wife, had been pushed to her limits. She thought she could handle anything because she loved her husband so much. But what was she supposed to do when the events in her marriage got out of control? What will happen when another woman enters their life, yet Zari is accused of cheating? Then there's a pregnancy, a surprise divorce party, a car crash, her disappearance, memory loss, and much more! Will their marriage be able to weather the storms? Or will jealousy and lack of trust eat them alive? Is divorce the final answer? Will Devon come to his senses, or will it be too late? Devon knows she is not the same Zari he married. Devon Hightower must wor

At the wedding rehearsal, my fiancé replaced the MC I'd hired with his childhood friend, Riley Robner. "Step aside, Megan. Riley will run through the process for you. Pay attention." He pulled her behind him like he was afraid I'd lose it right there in front of everyone. But I didn't argue. I just quietly stepped back to the corner. He paused, caught off guard, then smirked and took Riley's arm. They walked the aisle together, exchanged rings, and ran through the whole thing like it was their show. Afterward, he drove her home himself. Before he left, he said, "She's a pro. She knows weddings better than you. This is for your own good. "Relax. She's just helping with your marks. When

Mary was sold by her father to the ruthless Silas Vance. But on their wedding night, before he could claim her, Silas collapsed into a cold, silent coma. Mary thinks she’s escaped a nightmare, until Julian Vance arrives. He is the estranged heir, a man fueled by shadows and a bitter hatred for his father. To Julian, Mary is a gold-digging "stepmother" who seduced an old man for a crown of blood money. He vows to break her, turning the Vance estate into her gilded prison. But in the dark corners of the mansion, his loathing turns into a lethal, forbidden obsession. Every touch is an act of war; every look is a sin. He wants to ruin her—but more than that, he wants to possess the only thing

After being reborn, the first thing my cousin and I did was switch grooms. In our previous lives, we had gotten married on the same day. She, gentle and composed by nature, became the wife of Blake Malcolm, the aloof naval commander. On their wedding anniversary, Blake skipped the occasion to celebrate his childhood friend's birthday. My cousin had only wanted an explanation, but Blake claimed his conscience was clear. They fell into a silence that lasted fifty years. And me? With my temper—quick to fight, never one for patience—I had married an accountant from the machinery plant's compound. The accountant was soft-spoken, forever complaining about how loud I was, and how little I cared

My husband Norman had always hated how his childhood friend Julia clung to him no matter the occasion. He even cut her off for my sake. One morning, I woke up and realized that I had mysteriously swapped bodies with Julia. I wanted to find my husband and figure out what to do, fearing he'd turn me away because of Julia's appearance. I cooked up a hundred explanations in my head until I finally arrived at our home. When Norman opened the door and saw me, he frowned and quickly shut the door, pushing me away. Just as I was about to explain that I wasn't Julia, he suddenly pulled me into his arms. "What are you doing here? Can't stand being apart from me for even two days, huh?"

Disaster struck during my sophomore year.  Not only did my family fall into poverty, I ended up getting diagnosed with cancer as well. I was so broke that I only had a hundred dollars left to my name. Desperate for cash, I tried to pawn off the family amulet I had been wearing since I was a child. Unexpectedly, the storekeeper of the pawn shop took a glance before refusing it with a curt shake of his head. “This amulet is cursed. Whoever wears it is doomed to lead a short life. I can’t possibly take it.”