My Toxic Family Wanted Me Dead, So I Swapped Bodies With Their Golden Boy

### 1

I was reborn. And of all things, I had swapped bodies with my golden-boy, blood-sucking brother.

In my past life, to pay for Leos luxury downtown apartment and his endless credit card bills, I had to take a high-paying, deadly job as a skyscraper window washer.

But my parents and Leo set a trap for me. They loosened my safety harness, causing me to plunge from the thirtieth floor.

They used my massive accidental death insurance payout to live like royalty.

They even sold off my intact organs on the black market.

By the time I was buried, I was nothing but a pile of bones.

But in this life? I will play along with their little game and throw every single one of them behind bars myself.

...

"You useless bitch, give me the money right now!"

Before I could even open my eyes, Sarahs screeching voice pierced my ears.

I was long used to these toxic insults.

But when I opened my eyes and looked around, I froze. I was in Leos spacious, well-decorated bedroom. Then, I looked down.

When I pulled back my waistband and saw his male anatomy, the truth hit me like a truck.

I was reborn. And I was in my brother's body.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed outside. Something had slammed onto the floor.

I got out of bed and opened the door, only to see Leocurrently in my female bodysprawled at my feet.

His eyes widened in sheer panic. He scrambled up and grabbed my collar.

"You crazy bitch, give me my body back!" he screamed, his voice trembling.

Before I could even speak, Sarah rushed over. She grabbed Leo by the hair and yanked him backward.

"Youve lost your mind," Sarah sneered, looking at Leo with utter disgust. "How dare you speak to your brother like that?"

Ignoring Leo's desperate struggles, she shoved him hard against the wall. "If you dare lay a finger on my precious son, Ill make you regret being born!"

The scene was all too familiar.

In my past life, this was the exact day Sarah had beaten me to the ground.

At that time, I was just a fresh graduate making barely enough to cover my rent in a sketchy neighborhood.

But Sarah wouldn't stop hounding me for money. She wanted cash so Leo could buy thousands of dollars' worth of gifts for TikTok e-girls.

When I refused, Sarah started tearing my clothes off in public to search for cash.

Leo had sat on the sofa, watching with cold indifference.

He even pulled out his phone, filmed the whole thing, and sent it to his frat-boy Snapchat group.

To them, I wasn't family. I was just an ATM.

Thinking of this, I looked at Sarah and said coldly, "Let her go."

Then, without a second thought, I slapped Leo hard across the face.

His head snapped back, his cheek immediately flushing bright red.

I grabbed his chin, squeezing it tightly. "No money? Then don't even think about leaving this room."

He tried to fight back, but I slammed him face-first onto the carpet, pinning his hands behind his back.

I was in a mans body now. The physical strength was intoxicating.

I looked up at Sarah, putting on Leos signature whiny face. "Mom, look at her! Chloe has a job now, but she refuses to help her own family. Shes such an ungrateful parasite!"

Hearing my words, Sarahs heart melted. She quickly patted my head comfortingly.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I'll get your money." Without a shred of hesitation, she began aggressively searching Leo's pockets.

She stripped his jacket and emptied every single pocket.

In the end, she only found less than fifty bucks.

In my past life, that fifty bucks was my entire grocery budget for the month.

Because of their greed, I had to scavenge for expired food behind the local supermarket just to survive.

While I lived in agony, they lived high on my misery.

A bitter wave of anger washed over me.

"Useless trash! Only this much?" Sarah spat.

Disappointed by the small amount, she began violently pulling at Leo's shirt, ripping the collar and exposing his skin.

Watching Leo undergo this public humiliation, I sat back and watched with cold eyes, just like he had done to me.

In this life, I will make sure every single one of you pays the ultimate price.

### 2

The pocket change Sarah took from Leo didn't last long.

Since Sarah didn't have a job, she quickly turned her sights back on Leo's apartmentthe run-down studio I used to rent.

It was located in the most dangerous, damp alley on the edge of the city.

I didn't want to relive those dark memories, so I waited down on the street while Sarah went up.

The walls of that building were paper-thin. Even from the street, I could hear Leo screaming and begging Sarah to leave him alone. But Sarah showed no mercy.

She ransacked the place, grabbing anything she thought was worth a dime.

But since I had been broke, she came down pretty quickly with nothing but a few cheap electronics.

Still, she had a triumphant smile on her face, like a hunter returning with prey.

She ruffled my hair and said, "My sweet boy, today is your birthday. Let's go get something nice to eat!"

Today was Leos birthday. It was also mine.

We weren't twins, but we shared the exact same birth date, years apart.

Our old neighbors used to say I was a lucky charm.

They said Sarah had tried for years to have a son, and right after I was born, Leo finally came along.

But Sarah would always snap back angrily, "My precious son is the only lucky charm in this house!"

Back then, I would just stand there awkwardly, enduring the pitying looks of the neighbors.

That was Sarah. She always showed her ugliest, most abusive side to me, while reserving all her maternal warmth for Leo.

Sarah bought a cheap cake and took me home.

She cooked a massive feast, all of Leo's favorite dishes.

It was a luxury I had never once experienced.

She clapped her hands, singing "Happy Birthday" to me, her eyes overflowing with love.

Looking at her, a strange, suffocating feeling filled my chest.

In my entire past life, Sarah had only celebrated my birthday once.

And that was only because it was convenient to lump my celebration in with Leos.

I had stood in the corner, watching Leo blow out his candles. The entire familys attention was locked onto him.

I was just an uninvited ghost at my own party.

After I moved out, I stopped celebrating my birthday altogether.

To me, birthdays were just a painful reminder. A reminder that no one in this world loved me.

I always pretended I didn't care. But the more you pretend, the more it hurts.

Pulling myself back to reality, I blew out the candles. The melting wax looked like the tears I refused to shed.

I took a bite of the cake. The sweet vanilla frosting felt completely tasteless in my mouth.

The cake I had craved for years finally lay before me, but the joy was gone.

Perhaps the years of waiting had already killed whatever happiness I could have felt.

Suddenly, the front door burst open. Leo was back.

He grabbed the cake from the table and threw it right at my face, screaming, "You thief! You stole my life!"

I froze for a second, then laughed out loud.

Slowly, casually, I wiped the frosting from my face.

I stood up, towering over him, and looked down. "I stole your life? Do you have any proof?"

Leo had no proof. He could only scream and throw a tantrum like a toddler.

I watched his pathetic performance with complete indifference.

Losing his mind with rage, Leo pointed a shaking finger at me. "Get out of my house! Get out of my room!"

I burst out laughing. "Your room? Is there a room in this house that actually belongs to you?"

### 3

This house was bought with the money I had scraped together for yearsacademic scholarships, financial aid, and my grueling night shifts.

The house had three bedrooms.

I had planned for one for Leo, one for my parents, and one for me.

But Sarah had refused to sleep in the same room as Richard, demanding they sleep separately.

When I suggested sharing a room with Leo, Sarah lost her mind. She claimed Leo was a growing boy, and it was inappropriate for a sister and brother to share a room.

Instead, she forced me to share a room with Richard.

She had said so casually, "What, are you actually suspicious of your own father?"

To keep the peace, I compromised.

I gave the only bed in the room to Richard and slept on a thin cot on the floor.

But in the dead of night, I always felt someone touching me.

One night, Richard came home completely wasted.

He threw himself onto my cot, pinning me down with a sickening strength.

His hands began sliding under my shirt. In a panic, I grabbed the heavy metal lamp from the nightstand and smashed it over his head.

With a loud crack, blood began pouring down Richard's forehead.

Sarah rushed in at the noise.

Without asking a single question, she slapped me hard across the face.

She screamed that I was a whore, accusing me of seducing her husband.

Richard, of course, blamed everything on me, playing the innocent victim.

No matter how much I cried and explained, Sarah refused to believe me.

She preferred to believe a disgusting, abusive drunk over her own daughter.

Desperate, I pulled out my phone to call 91

But Sarah snatched my phone and smashed it onto the floor.

"You want to ruin this family!" she shrieked. "What will the neighbors think of us?"

"Even if you don't care about us, think about Leo!"

"Leo needs to find a good wife. If people find out his sister is a loose whore who calls the cops on her own family, no decent girl will ever marry him!"

That was the breaking point.

My face flushed with rage, and I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I didn't do anything wrong! Why do you never believe me?!"

From beginning to end, she only cared about their precious reputation. My safety, my traumanone of it mattered.

I packed my bags and moved out that very night.

With almost no money left, I had to rent that filthy, run-down studio in the slums.

Before Leo could say another word in the present, the front door rattled open again.

We turned our heads. Richard was home.

His eyes instantly locked onto Leo. He smiled warmly and walked toward him.

Leo, currently trapped in my body, had no idea of the danger he was in.

He opened his mouth to say, "Dad..."

But it was cut short by a blood-curdling shriek.

Richard grabbed Leo by the hair, yanking his head back violently.

"You little bitch, you actually dare to show your face here?"

"You smashed my head with a lamp and ran away, and now you walk right back into my house?"

Without another word, Richard slammed Leo's face directly into the remaining birthday cake.

As Leo gasped for air, his face covered in cream and blood, Richard laughed hysterically.

Then, he threw Leo to the ground and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Sarah stood by, watching the violence with complete indifference.

I secretly pulled out my phone to record the scene.

But Richard caught me. He snatched my phone, waving it in my face.

He narrowed his eyes, studying me. "You... seem a bit different today, son."

### 4

I played it cool, leaning in to whisper in Richards ear. "I just got a notification. Chloes accidental death insurance policy is officially active. It's time to make our move."

Richard froze, then burst into a sinister laugh, patting my back. "That's my boy."

He finally stopped kicking Leo.

He took a napkin, casually wiping the blood off his hands.

Then, he looked down at Leo and said coldly, "Get your ass back to work. If I don't see the money next month, you're dead."

Hearing the word "work," Leo panicked.

He crawled to Richard's feet, begging, "No, please! I can't work there! I'll die!"

Hearing this, I knew for sureLeo had indeed been reborn too.

I knelt down beside him, staring into his terrified eyes. "Are you going to be 'accidentally' pushed, or will you just 'slip and fall' on your own?"

Leo quickly looked down, his guilt written all over his face. He knew exactly how I had died in the previous life.

Richard didn't want to waste any more time. He dragged Leo up by his collar.

He kicked the front door open.

Before Leo could even react, Richard threw him out onto the concrete corridor.

Just then, our neighbor, Helen, was walking up the stairs with a grocery bag.

She frowned, immediately rushing over to help Leo up.

She glared at Richard. "How can you treat your daughter like this?"

"No matter what she did, you can't just throw her out like garbage! She's a young girl, aren't you worried about her safety?"

Hearing her stand up for me, my eyes welled with tears.

Helen was the only person in my entire life who had ever shown me unconditional kindness.

I remembered when I was a kid, Leo and I got into an argument.

He had intentionally smashed a glass cup Sarah had given me.

I screamed at him, asking why he did it.

He just shrugged, saying it was just a cheap, ugly giveaway cup Sarah got when she bought his expensive thermos.

Sarah had thought it was too ugly, so she threw it to me.

But what was garbage in Sarahs eyes was a treasure to me.

Hearing the noise, Sarah had rushed in.

Leo immediately started crying, claiming I was bullying him.

As long as Leo cried, Sarah would always take his side, no questions asked.

That day was no exception.

Sarah demanded I apologize to Leo.

I asked why I had to apologize when he was the one who broke my things. In Sarah's eyes, my defense was just "talking back."

She threw me out of the house into the freezing rain.

"Oh, you think you're tough?" she sneered. "Don't bother coming back until you apologize!"

With a loud slam, the heavy wooden door shut in my face.

The echo of that slam seemed to ring in my ears for years.

I sat on the cold concrete steps alone, unable to comprehend why my own mother hated me so much.

I kept waiting for that door to open.

I promised myself that the moment she opened the door, I would swallow my pride and apologize.

But I waited for hours.

The sun went down, the temperature plummeted, and I eventually fell asleep, shivering.

Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I woke up instantly.

I looked up, expecting to see Sarah, but my smile froze.

It wasn't Sarah. It was Helen.

Her eyes were filled with deep sorrow and pity.

She gently patted my head and took me to her apartment.

She cooked a warm meal for me and gently wiped the food from my mouth.

That was the first time in my life I felt what a real home felt like.

Back in the present, Richard completely ignored Helen.

He slammed the door shut, muttering, "Mind your own business, old hag."

He then turned and walked back to his room.

Three days later, I received a Snapchat message from Leo.

In my past life, to get cash for Sarah and Leo, I had taken a salary advance.

The contract required me to work for at least four months, or pay a massive penalty.

Leo was currently broke, and no one in the family would give him a dime.

With no other choice, he had to go to the construction site and work my high-rise job.

The message read:

"I know you're reborn too. I know exactly where Mom keeps the bank transactions and the contract for the insurance policy."

"You're in my body now. If you don't come meet me, I will take the evidence to the police and make sure you rot in prison!"

"Fine. Tomorrow at 1:00 PM," I replied.

The next day, I arrived at the familiar construction site.

The terror of my past life seemed to play out before my eyes.

I stood at the exact spot where my "accident" had occurred.

Just as Leo reached out to push me, I proactively let myself fall backward over the edge.

I saw the sudden terror and confusion in Leos eyes.

But I didn't fall to my death. I landed safely on a massive giant inflatable rescue cushion that the police had set up below.

The police immediately surrounded the area.

*You're still as stupid as you were in your past life, Leo.*