Novel & Cerita Swap My Wife

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 trust her. Can Ashley solve the mystery and unmask her stalker before they strike, or will she become the next victim of a twisted game?

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, buried under all the insults, one comment appeared. Cold. Sharp. [A woman who just gave birth is mentally wrecked already. Send her some fake cheating pics and let paranoia do the rest. One meltdown and that marriage is cooked.] The poster replied almost instantly. [Thank you @LindaKnowsBest!! I'm doing it right now.] A second later, my phone buzzed. Mom. [Kyla, look at this. Is Bruce cheating on you?]

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. He’s supposed to be a Cole. 28 years ago, Chief Obasi swapped two babies to control the Cole Empire. Now the real heir has been found... and Obasi will do anything to erase him. Kidnapping. Murder. A forced wedding. A war for a company and a bloodline. Zara is caught in the middle. Pregnant with twins. Hunted by a man who wants her dead, and desired by two men who want to own her. One is the billionaire the world knows. The other is the man fate chose. To survive, Zara must uncover the truth about the bloodline swap. To live, she must choose who to trust. But in the Cole Empire, love is a lie... And the truth could get her killed. BLOODLINE SWAP - A Secret Heir, Mafia, Pregnancy Romance

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 the real day comes, you'll be front and center." I smiled, nodded, and told him to drive safely. Derek shot a look at his groomsmen. They all exchanged grins, chests puffed. A while later, my phone buzzed with a message from the county clerk: [Your appointment has been canceled.] Then another message came in. It was a new confirmation—same office, same license, different groom. Scheduled for what was supposed to be my wedding day. Derek, you can swap out the MC. I'm swapping out the groom.

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 about appearances. We fought every three days, major arguments every five. Eventually, he stopped coming home. Less than a year into the marriage, we divorced. Then one day, my cousin and I opened our eyes and found ourselves young again—and it was the day we were to marry. Again.

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.”

After giving birth early, memories from a different life flooded into my mind. In these memories, the daughter I had worked so hard to bring into the world was switched with hers. After that, I was told that my daughter had a congenital heart condition. I worked hard to raise her for eighteen years. In the end, I sold off all my assets so that she could have a heart transplant. Meanwhile, I had collapsed from all my efforts to care for her. Left with no choice, I wanted to tell my “daughter” that I was leaving this world, but I overheard her talking with my best friend. “That fool still thinks I’m her daughter. I was the one who poisoned her! Mom, once she dies and you get rid of that pretender, we can finally be together again!” That was when I found out my daughter had been swapped out, and that I had been giving my all to the perpetrator. When I next opened my eyes, pain radiated from my belly, and a nurse said, “Miss Scott, we’ve just learned that your daughter has a congenital heart condition.”

When I woke up, I had somehow become trapped in the body of my disobedient daughter. I had sacrificed everything, living frugally to send her to the best school. Yet, she called me almost daily, claiming—like someone trapped in a paranoid delusion—that her teachers and classmates were out to harm her. She was willful and rebellious, picky about food, befriending the wrong crowd, and even dating a troublemaker at a young age. As a sister, she was far from kind, constantly bullying her younger brother. And school? Surely, it couldn’t be harder than working a full-time job. But then, as I lived in her shoes, a group of girls cornered me in the restroom, kicking me mercilessly. Returning home, I was met not with care but with a sorry excuse for a meal. Only then did I begin to understand the pain my daughter had endured...