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Reborn To Swap Husbands With My Sister

Author: Culprit

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1066 | Released on: 27/02/2026

ng was not like flying

't drown out the sound of the fire roaring above them. The heat from t

ist. Blossom's eyes were wide, reflecting the flames, but the

his back. He held Bianca in his arms, shielding her face from

ripped from her throat by th

me the

in. It slammed shut l

ia s

at tasted of lavender and air condi

roat. Smooth skin. No bl

ng the padded headboard with a dull thu

eets beneath her sweating palms were cool and pristine. This wasn't the cold, damp d

s were shaking so violently she almost dropped it. She

14,

t her lungs

ment ball. Three days before her life was sold to a m

over her mouth to stifle it. Tears pricked her eyes-not of sadness, but of

m. She turned the faucet on full blast and spla

stared at the girl in the mirror. She looked young. Her skin was pale, her eyes wide a

something cold.

k. K

was soft,

Are you

w that voice. It was sweet, like

rt rate to slow down. She loosened her grip on the sink. When she opened her

o the door a

pink and immaculate. Her hair was perfectly coffered. She

c. The way Blossom's eyes darted over

ing to see if And

ememb

said, her voice tight.

er shoulders slump. "I had a nightmare," she w

of her lips. She thought Andria was still the pathetic little sister s

skin felt cold against Andria's. "You need to rest. The Masquer

past life, Blossom had rejected Cato because of the rumors about the war. She had pus

anted

, lowering her eyes.

n full force. "I'll help you pick a dress. There

the long train. The one that

to her palm to keep from smiling. "Thank

lossom said, turning away. "D

er steps were brisk, purposeful. She was

tly. Take him. Take the abuse. Take the bankru

uickly and we

on, sat at the head of the table, not hidden behind a newspaper, but openly scrutinizing a financial report.

ddy," Andria

e again, Andria. It refle

step-grandmother, the Dowager Countess, w

ossom," the old woman said,

ke Cato Sears will be there. It's going to be the most important night of my life." H

sliced into the fried egg on her plate.

ut Cato. She looked like a star

her breakfast. It t

Chapter End

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“The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss. As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family. In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter. I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate. I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath. Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again. She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.”