Swapped at Birth: Real Baby Declares War

As the reigning eight-time champion of the transmigration department, I'm deeply traumatized by the idea of having fight with the fake heiress.

Unfortunately, not only is there an 18-year-old fake heiress in my family of this world, but she also has eight older siblings who dote on her endlessly.

Seriously, the stereotypical real versus fake heiress plot is driving me crazy.

I retreat into the depths of my mom's womb immediately, my tiny hands clamping down on the umbilical cord. My refusal to leave my mom's body is absolute.

[Those idiotic brothers of mine keep spoiling that 18-year-old extremely childish fake heiress who insists on sitting in a baby trolley all the time! If I were to leave this place, I'd definitely get assassinated by them!]

My mom, who can hear my internal thoughts, is forced to suffer due to the complications in her labor for 72 hours straight. Finally, she yields to me by signing the "Zero-Tolerance Treaty on Unequal Treatment". She also assigns 108 bodyguards to me overnight.

Satisfied, I finally release my hold on the umbilical cord and make my flashy entrance to this world.

Mom taps me on my forehead. "Natalie is extremely pure and innocent. She would never come up with ways to hurt you."

On the first day I go home, Natalie Fairchild, the fake heiress, pushes my crib toward the staircase on purpose.

"I wanna see if Nev can fly!"

A bodyguard instantly reaches out to catch my crib from coursing through the air.

Scared out of her wits, Natalie slumps to the floor immediately. There, she starts crying like a baby.

My second brother, Elliot Fairchild, pulls her into his arms lovingly. He says reassuringly, "Don't be scared, Nat. The bodyguard must have frightened you because of his actions, right? Now, now, you can stop crying now. Nev is fine, isn't she?"

The next thing he knows, he gets tossed into the heavy downpour by another bodyguard.

"Have you all lost your minds? Hurry up and bring Elliot back inside!" Ethan Fairchild, my eldest brother, rushed downstairs and glared at my bodyguards.

Lying in my cradle, I blew a little milk bubble. [What's the point of that? Elliot's brain is completely waterlogged anyway; leaving him out in the rain is the perfect way to treat him.]

Mom, who was sitting on the couch and drinking royal jelly, froze. She stared at Natalie Fairchild in utter disbelief. Recalling the words she had just spoken, a wave of fear instantly surged in her eyes. "Shut up! Can't you see the bodyguards are just enforcing the agreement?"

Ethan strode over. "That agreement's a load of crap! Nat's the one we've doted on since we were kids, Mom. Who do these maids think they are, laying their hands on her?"

Natalie, the fake heiress, immediately wrapped her arms around Ethan's leg. "Eth, I thought Nev was a little angel. And little angels can fly. Eth, don't be mad at Mom. If you really want to blame someone, blame me for being a silly baby!"

I felt so disgusted that I almost threw up the milk I had just drunk. [She's 18 years old, and she dares to call herself a baby in front of me, an actual baby? Is she missing a brainstem, or did a zombie chew it off?]

Mom's expression darkened as well. Previously, she found Natalie adorable, but now that she had my inner thoughts providing a live commentary, Natalie's voice was likely grating on her ears.

Ethan helped Natalie up, his heart aching for her. "Nat, you're the most innocent baby. How could I ever blame you?"

He turned to look at my bodyguards icily. "Get down on your knees in the courtyard and apologize to Nat right now. Otherwise, I'll make sure none of you can survive in Oakridge!"

Damian Lockwood, the captain of the bodyguards, took a step forward. "Mr. Ethan, according to Article 4 of the agreement, anyone who shows favoritism or shields Ms. Natalie when she attempts to harm Ms. Nevaeh will be deemed an accomplice. The punishment stands as follows: one physical wake-up call and the forfeiture of one property under their name."

Ethan was so furious that he jeered. He reached out to snatch the agreement from Damian's hand. "This is absurd! I'll tear this scrap of paper up today. Let's see which of you dares to touch me!"

In the blink of an eye, shreds of paper were scattered all over the floor.

After quietly watching Ethan throw his tantrum, Damian snapped his fingers, and over a dozen bodyguards whipped out identical copies of the agreement in perfect unison. "Mr. Ethan, the 91 men outside all have copies of the agreement as well. Do you plan to tear them up one by one, or by the pound?"

I kicked my short little legs in the cradle with satisfaction. [I'm dying! After conquering eight worlds, I've learned that I have to be two steps ahead of my enemies.]

Mom cleared her throat to hide the amusement in her eyes. "Ethan, it's written in black and white, and your father personally stamped it with the company seal. Are you trying to breach the agreement?"

Ethan was just about to argue when his gaze swept over me, who was lying in the cradle and blowing milk bubbles. For some reason, all his anger melted away.

Noticing that things were not in her favor, Natalie immediately clutched her chest. "My chest hurts so much, Eth! Am I going to die?"

Ethan panicked in a heartbeat. He held her and yelled for the private doctor.

With a straight face, Damian waved his hand, and two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and seized Ethan. Before he could utter a single word of protest, Ethan was tossed out into the torrential rain.

Damian swiped on his digital tablet. "Mr. Ethan, you've violated Article 7 of the agreement by threatening an enforcement personnel. Hence, your villa in Rosemont Manor in the south of the city now belongs to Ms. Nevaeh."

I yawned and closed my eyes in satisfaction, preparing to sleep. Meanwhile, Natalie curled up on the couch, her eyes filled with venomous resentment.