When I Swapped Bodies with the True Heiress

e," I say, bu

o them, I'm their perfect daughter. But I'm not. I'm Beata, a gi

atch for their sick little girl. An

ling, the cold biting into my sk

I was surrounded by fruits I couldn't name and carpets that felt like clo

the nightm

earl, my adoptive mother, ran to her, excitement in he

rine-looked me up and down. Her eyes

p. "Take her upstairs! W

es until I bled, until I screamed. But Catherine wa

n years

ed to the balcony, the weight of the

eyes again, everyt

bed, clutching my body to

Henry's voice, oily and smoot

n. This predator. He had touched me too m

thought I wa

us so much," Pearl whisp

Catherine's voice,

dad, I'

lying on the floor, weak,

. "You should rot in hell

breathing, Beata. If anything happens to