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Swapped by My Sister, I Made My New Family Prosperxiosper

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1112    |    Released on: 08/09/2026

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come of my arrival. The long dining table was laden with exquisite dishes,

r, cherished relief of having finally gotten her daughter back. My stepfather Alistair smiled

ssion remained stern and dignified as ever, yet her g

picture of perfect familial peace. But I knew better. Da

at his steak with knife and fork, the scraping sound sharp and grating against the qu

pace, appearing utterly indifferent to everything around him. Yet his casual, half-lidded g

ut the latest fashionable dresses in the city and sharing trivial, delightful anecdotes. Her bright innocence stood in stark contr

inner, Donovan sudden

my direction. His voice was quiet yet commanding,

nd unspoken warning. "House Beaumont does not shelter the useless. I

ut to speak in my defense, but I rest

ed smile. "Thank you for your concern, Elder Cousin. I too hope I shall

mplication, yet my gaze remained

ng him plainly-I knew of Weston's schemes, a

eyes, quickly melting into a knowing, subtle s

xplode in anger. Before he could utter a word, however, a sharp, w

a close thick wit

orward, who carried a delicate velvet gift box in her ha

atitude-when Weston abruptly cut in, holding up another box of

r, as her elder cousin, I have also prepared a

ved, believing Weston had finally softened hi

Still, I could not refuse. To turn down his gift would make me appear petty

I smiled gently and

zzed with excitement, urging

-a pair of exquisite sapphire earrings,

to step back. Carefully,

he lid open, a slimy green creatu

ht, scrambling hastily

h cold, sticky mucus. It hopped wildly across the expen

leaps in an instant. My smile faded comple

ing but an overgro

ned calm and composed, turning to soothe my tremb

g the flawless carpet, icy gl

or retaliation. I would wait for a far better opportunity-one

the frog beneath a glass vase, then summ

wash up and rest. As I lifted my arm, a hideous, fresh red b

he chaos of Perkins' accident, I had only felt a fleeting sting a

treat the wound myself-until Clara's sha

rm, tears welling instantly in her eyes.

empting to calm her. "Do not fu

desperate worry. "This is no small injury! We must send for

she spun on her heels a

gh and made no move

retribution would come far

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Swapped by My Sister, I Made My New Family Prosperxiosper
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“In my past life, I spent twenty years breaking my bones just to earn a single scrap of my father's approval. I gave my brother the military strategies that bought his captaincy, and accepted a hollow betrothal to a noble heir to secure the Kowalski family's power. But when the vampire legions shattered the border, my family volunteered me as a sacrifice. They shipped me to the front lines in an unarmored wagon, telling the imperial court I wanted to be a martyr. I fought with broken blades until my palms were shredded to the bone, desperately waiting for my brother Dominic's cavalry to relieve the gatehouse. When he finally walked into the blood-soaked courtyard, his sword was perfectly clean. "Your death is worth far more to the Kowalski name than your life ever was, little sister," he smiled. Then, he drove a dragonblood spike straight through my chest. As I burned to ash from the inside out, I realized my half-sister had planned to steal my fiancé all along, and my father had traded my corpse for a political seat. I had worked like a pack mule for a family that viewed me as nothing but disposable cattle. Opening my eyes, the phantom pain vanished, replaced by the smell of oiled leather and old parchment. I was back in the twentieth year of my life, sitting in the mediation chamber for my parents' divorce. "Sign the document, Arlene," my father barked, expecting me to pledge my loyalty to his household once again. I didn't lower my head to beg this time. I leaned back in my chair, looked him dead in the eye, and chose my mother.”