The Body Swap Secret
Language: en
I was the flex girl. When our whole class went to a farm for “hands-on agricultural experience,” I drove a Ferrari into the fields and used a Hermès bag as a foot mat. The scholarship student in our class, Maria Rowe, stared at me with naked envy. So I gave her designer goods, let her live in my villa, and even arranged a helicopter to take her to and from school. That only made her more jealous. When she finally couldn’t stand it anymore and used her body-swap system, thinking she could replace me at last, I smiled. What she didn’t know was that I was the fake heiress. She was the real…