You can't be the Only One with Me Around — Novel

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In a world where betrayal runs deep and innocence is a fragile facade, one boy is thrust into a deadly game of survival. After a harrowing childhood marked by his brother’s treachery, he finds himself back at the moment everything shattered. With the chance to rewrite his fate, he grapples with the haunting question: can he outsmart the very brother who once stole his life?

As he navigates the treacherous waters of family loyalty, deception, and the brutal underbelly of human trafficking, he must tread carefully. Trust is a luxury he can’t afford, especially when the line between love and manipulation is razor-thin. Each choice he makes reverberates with the weight of his past, forcing him to confront not only his brother’s cunning but the dark truth about his own heart.

Can he reclaim his identity before it’s too late? And as the stakes escalate, will he find allies in unexpected places, or will he be consumed by the very darkness he seeks to escape? In this gripping tale of revenge and redemption, the echoes of the past threaten to drown out the whispers of hope.

You can't be the Only One with Me AroundChapter 1

In my last life, my little brother was kidnapped by human traffickers—and that’s when he awakened his swap system.

He traded bodies with me. I was the one who got chained up and beaten in a filthy pigpen while he got to live in my body, soaking up our parents’ love—double what they used to give him.

Ten years later, they finally found me. But the moment I came home, my brother used the system again and switched us back.

He ran straight into our parents’ arms, sobbing, blaming me for his kidnapping.

Then my parents found a journal in my nightstand—written in my handwriting but filled with words I’d never written. My brother had forged it, mimicking my tone perfectly. Page after page, it painted me as selfish and cruel, bragging about how I let him get taken.

From that moment on, Mom and Dad hated me. They let my brother do whatever he wanted—insult me, hit me, even convinced themselves his latest idea was a good one.

Drug me and sell me off to some blind, crippled widow in the mountains.

I overheard everything. The rage was too much, so I set the house on fire and took them all down with me.