Same Room Swap 소설 & 이야기

A week later, I was at work when my phone alerted me that someone had entered my room. Even though Damian and I were supposedly engaged, we had always slept in separate rooms. He never went into mine. So, I opened the camera feed. On the screen, I saw Talia walk into my room like she owned the place and started digging through my closet. A moment later, she pulled out the silk nightgown I'd treasured for years and never once worn. Then, she shamelessly changed into it right there on the spot and stood in front of the mirror admiring herself.

Everyone in the hall was shocked. The series of earth-shattering revelations had left everyone too stunned to think straight. They had completely forgotten that there was also supposed to be a peace marriage today. The envoy from the Northern Plains strode into the hall. "Your Majesty, where is our bride? My father the King's wedding tribute has filled the entire Royal Plaza. Does Valoria intend to break the engagement?" I took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the Emperor. "I am willing to take my sister's place in the peace marriage to the Northern Plains. I beg Your Majesty to grant this."

I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to receive. In the end, I had been beaten to death in the dead of winter. Right before I lost consciousness, I had heard a cold, robotic voice. "Dalton Brown has lost all vital signs. Removing target from the exchange system…" The agony of the steel pipes shattering my bones had still been coursing through my body, and my whole body had gone cold. In this life, I was determined to figure out exactly how Leon had swapped everything with me! I swore I would never let history repeat itself!

In fact, he glanced sideways at the fallen oysters, then laughed under his breath. "Alright," he said, his voice deep and amused, "I'll make sure to catch up tonight. We're getting on schedule." I won't get into how that night turned out, but for quite a while after that, I didn't dare bring oysters home again. Even when I found them while combing the beach, I'd hand them off to the other wives. One day, after another round of teasing, Kristen from next door suddenly changed the subject. "Hey, guess who I saw yesterday?"

Melanie came into my room, all smiles. She put a bottle of perfume on my desk. "I haven't congratulated you for getting that job. Here's to a smooth career." I looked at her and put on a smile. "Thanks. I'll use this." A smile of disdain curled her lips, then she left my room. I stared at her. That perfume was no ordinary gift. It was part of her scheme. The fire would happen in three days. That perfume was spiked with sleep-inducing components. Once I got into the homestay, I talked to the person in charge. "Hi, something smells charred in the room. Can you get someone to check it?"

What exactly were they planning? … It didn't take long to notice something was wrong. My roommate, Catherine Jones, had recently run into financial trouble at home and desperately needed money. That day, she returned to the dorm with an uncharacteristically radiant smile. "Did something good happen? Did your family come up with the money?" I asked. Since her troubles began, Catherine had been crying almost every day. Seeing her smile, we assumed things at home had finally found a solution. She looked relieved and told us, "Heaven really has smiled on me. My cousin knows someone who can take me to Zandumore to make money. They say you can earn four to five thousand a month!"

Before she could finish her tirade, a sudden, loud murmur rippled through the room. I turned around and saw a series of photos come vividly into view on the big screen. They were the naked photos that Stephanie had forcefully taken of me the night she slipped into my room. My blood froze at the sight. I opened my mouth to speak, but Stephanie's driver beat me to it and exclaimed loudly, "This bitch is Ms. Coleman's personal maid! She wormed her way into the family's good graces and convinced Mr. and Mrs. Coleman to adopt her!

Since Diana was my younger sister, it was only natural that I give in to her demands. I never could have imagined that it was all a carefully planned scam. To them, I was never even a person. At that point, I no longer had anything holding me back. After Mom and Jorge left, they headed straight for Diana's house. Henry was often away from the house due to work, so only Diana and her child were at home. Diana was visibly disgusted when she saw Mom and Jorge arrive. "Why are you here? Just stay at the door and don't come in, okay? My floors are cleaned by my cleaners three times a day. I don't want you dirtying them."

"Mom… Mom, I was wrong. I don't want to stay at the orphanage. I still want to have your honey-glazed pork chops..." I couldn't help but snicker. I looked down at their pitiful faces and said, "Go ahead, ask around to see if it's me, Willow Wolpert, who's unwanted, or Melvin, whose future is ruined. Finn, so now I'm 'Mom' again, huh?