Swapped with the Fake Heiress
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I was the long-lost Whitmore heiress, finally brought home after eighteen years in the system.
I'd been home for exactly two days when my adopted sister brought me a cake, and my mother urged me to eat it, her smile dripping with fake warmth.
[Don't eat it.]
The words flashed in red across my vision.
[It's a soul-swap curse. Your mother knows. She wants you to trade bodies with the fake heires...
I'd been home for exactly two days when my adopted sister brought me a cake, and my mother urged me to eat it, her smile dripping with fake warmth.
[Don't eat it.]
The words flashed in red across my vision.
[It's a soul-swap curse. Your mother knows. She wants you to trade bodies with the fake heires...
































