From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

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Anthea Yeager’s eyes fluttered open to a world of darkness, the thick scent of stale beer invading her nostrils. Though sight failed her, her keen senses as a tech mogul whispered a truth. It was no longer the world she knew.

Where was she? Was she even alive?

Fumbling for a switch, Anthea flicked on the light.

Click!

The room flooded with a harsh, sterile glow, and Anthea surveyed her surroundings with a steely calm. Drawn curtains, a sea of empty beer bottles, and cigarette butts strewn across the floor were all signs of a soul in the throes of despair.

Memories cascaded into her mind, and as she methodically pieced them together, one conclusion became clear. She had undergone a soul journey, and now her spirit resided in an unfamiliar body, retaining the original host’s memories.

The original Anthea Morris was an object of envy, a silver–spoon heiress born into opulence but regrettably bereft of common sense. Illiterate in more ways than one, her high school peers knew her as the family’s laughingstock.

Three days prior, the Morris family had uncovered a shocking truth that Anthea was not their biological daughter but a child mistakenly swapped at the hospital.

The revelation had rocked her world, leaving it utterly colorless. Already distant, the Morris family viewed her with undisguised disdain.

The true heiress was Rebecca Yeager, a paragon of grace and talent, whose accomplishments outshone the original’Anthea’s like the sun does the moon.

As Rebecca would officially reclaim her place in the Morris family, a lavish feast awaited her downstairs, attended by the big shots of society.

With the past dissected and understood, Anthea steeled herself for the switch. The lives they each should have lived were about to be corrected.

Anthea opened the wardrobe, only to be assaulted by an array of outfits that screamed rebellion, like tops with necklines plunging like stock markets and shorts that could pass for belts,

the mirror, a caricature of subculture extremes, nearly floored

“No way!”

in sight, she abandoned the shower idea, instead throwing on a long–sleeved

Dad.” Anthea approached the Morris

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was Rebecca’s day. What business did this fake heiress have there, calling the Morris parents

is she doing here? I would have long killed myself if I were her. What’s the point of still breathing here?

ugly and a

Carole Yeager, is of low birth and hasn’t got a place to stay.

guys know Carole is a home wrecker?

out she’s a bastard

cruel whispers cut through the air, but Anthea stood unflinching, a mountain amidst

closer. “Come here. Let me introduce

Morris name like

Rebecca with a nod.

instead turning to Sandra with tears brimming. “Mom, I thought I only had two brothers. Who am I if

upbringing. She hated the low lives around her

commoners.

uncontainable. Yet, her past life haunted her, a

Rebecca held a trump card

she would surely