Swapped Souls: The Marriage of Billionaire Uncovered My True Identity

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: A Shocking Revelation

I had always thought of myself as ordinary, part of the faceless current of the city. My days were marked by the same rhythm: the familiar taste of black coffee, the sound of footsteps on crowded streets, the muted chatter of strangers. The city, with its endless rush of life, drowned out any thoughts of significance or change. I was content to disappear into it, to let it carry me along.

But that day, everything shifted. The current stopped, and a new force surged through my life.

It started with the doorbell, a sound so ordinary that I didn't think twice about it. Maybe it was the delivery I had been expecting, or the neighbor asking for something again. But when I opened the door, the man standing there was neither of those things.

He wore a dark suit, perfectly tailored, and his eyes—sharp, unyielding—seemed to pierce right through me. He didn't belong in the hallway of my small, cluttered apartment building. He didn't belong in my world at all.

"Emma Carter," he said, not as a question but a statement, as if he had known me long before I ever opened the door.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask, my hand still on the door, instinctively ready to shut it again.

Instead of answering, he extended a hand, offering me a heavy envelope, sealed with an insignia I didn't recognize. The emblem was strange, foreign—an intricate design, like something out of a history book, with a gravity to it that unsettled me.

I took the envelope, though my fingers trembled slightly. "What is this?"

"It's time you knew the truth," the man said, his voice low, deliberate. "Your father has kept this from you for long enough."

"My father?" The words felt foreign in my mouth. "He's dead."

The man shook his head. "No, Emma. He's not. He's been protecting you. From your past. From the world you truly belong to."

A chill ran down my spine. "What are you talking about?" I glanced at the envelope in my hand, suddenly heavy as lead, a thing that didn't belong in my life.

"Open it," he said. "Everything will make sense soon."

But nothing made sense now. The mention of my father—someone I had barely known, a ghost in the periphery of my childhood—unraveled something deep inside me. I remembered flashes: a tall man, his face always shadowed, his presence distant but protective. He was always watching, as if guarding me from something I couldn't see.

I tore open the envelope, almost desperate to prove the absurdity of the situation. Inside, on a sheet of thick parchment, were words written in a script that looked older than anything I had ever seen. They felt wrong, out of place in the life I knew, yet there they were.

"You are the true heir of the Carter family," the letter read. "Your fate has always been intertwined with theirs. It is time for you to reclaim your place."

I blinked, unable to fully grasp what I was reading. *True heir? Carter family?* It sounded like a mistake, a twisted fairy tale dropped into my mundane existence. I was Emma Carter, a girl with a job, an apartment, and nothing but a quiet, unnoticed life. I wasn't part of anything beyond the city streets and the anonymity they promised.

"You must return," the man said, interrupting my spiral of disbelief. "Your family needs you. The world you came from needs you."

I shook my head. "I don't understand. I've lived here all my life. My family—" I stopped, realizing how little I actually knew of them, how many questions I had never asked. The cracks in my certainty deepened, and the life I had built for myself suddenly felt paper-thin.

"You will," the man said, with a finality that sent a wave of cold through me. "Soon."

And just like that, he turned and left, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as if he had never been there at all. But the envelope remained, heavy in my hands, a weight I couldn't ignore.

I stood there for what felt like hours, staring at the words that were supposed to define me but felt like a stranger's story. The city hummed on outside my window, unaware of the storm that had just swept through my life.

"You are the true heir of the Carter family," the letter had said. But what did that even mean?

The woman I thought I was—the ordinary woman in an ordinary life—was beginning to fade.