After Swapping Bodies with My CEO Husband, I Blew $3 Million to Make My Favorite Actress a Star She bashfully resisted yet yielded, coyly saying, “Mr. Mitchell, let’s talk about this…” At this critical moment, my CEO husband kicked open the door. Wearing my face, he exuded a chilling aura as he said, “You dare to cheat on me?” 0 I made my favorite actress a star. That night, a photo of her gazing lovingly at business tycoon Lucas Mitchell on the awards stage went viral. The media jumped on it, dubbing her the most likely celebrity to marry into wealth this year. What they didn’t know was that Lucas Mitchell was already married. To me – Chloe Quinn, the controversial A-list actress with a less-than-stellar reputation. A week ago, while getting my makeup done, the stylist accidentally knocked over some electrical equipment. I was electrocuted and passed out. When I woke up, I found myself sitting in Lucas Mitchell’s spacious office. His secretary was asking with her head lowered, “Which of these candidates do you want as our brand ambassador?” I immediately spotted my favorite – Zoe Young. Without hesitation, I pointed and said, “It has to be her.” The secretary then asked, “What’s the budget?” “The more the better.” The company executives tacitly agreed and poured $3 million into promoting her. Now, she was famous. And the rumors were flying. I had been hiding out for three days, not daring to go home. At that moment, “Chloe Quinn” popped up on my phone screen. The vibration felt like a knife hanging over my head. I nervously answered the call. My own icy voice came through the speaker: “You have 30 minutes to get back here.” How is it that when Lucas Mitchell uses my body to speak, he can make even a woman’s voice sound so chilling? To be honest, Lucas Mitchell had always been quite cold towards me. My best friend once analyzed the reason: “Lucas Mitchell comes from an elite family with a strict upbringing. Your face, on the other hand, doesn’t exactly scream ‘proper lady’.” “?” She continued, “You look like a seductive vixen who could suck the life out of men.” I admit, at first I didn’t have pure intentions about marrying him either. It was my entertainment company’s CEO who gave me the idea. He said Lucas Mitchell was our company’s arch-nemesis and told me to seduce him. If I succeeded, our company would become the industry leader, and I’d be their top star. But on the day we planned to execute this scheme, something went wrong and I ended up getting drunk. I woke up sprawled on top of Lucas Mitchell in a compromising position, caught red-handed by his mother. So Lucas Mitchell had no choice but to marry me. He probably didn’t like me much either. Bound by his upbringing, he married an embarrassing trophy wife and left me to fend for myself in the entertainment industry. My CEO told me to hang in there, and when the time was right, he’d rescue me. I waited for three years, relying on controversy to become an A-list actress, but still couldn’t escape. Three days ago, Lucas Mitchell and I switched bodies, and our lives were thrown into complete chaos. 0
The quiet suburban neighborhood was silent in the dead of night. I reluctantly returned home. As soon as I turned on the lights, I saw the gorgeous actress “Chloe Quinn” sitting cross-legged on a chair in the living room, directly facing the door, with a condescending look. Those snow-white legs, that long slender swan-like neck, that one-in-a-million face. Damn, I’m really beautiful. The next moment, I caught his murderous gaze and my knees went weak. I fell to the ground with a thud. Lucas Mitchell let out a cold laugh. “Chloe Quinn, did you enjoy spending that $3 million?” I swallowed hard. “I’ll earn it back for you?” “How?” “By stirring up some gossip, of course.” I crawled up from the cold floor, pulled up a small stool, and sat down in front of Lucas Mitchell with an ingratiating smile. “Think about it, now’s the perfect time for you to stir up some rumors with Zoe Young. If we do it a few times, take some endorsements, shoot some magazine covers – the money will come rolling back in, right?” Lucas Mitchell gave me a meaningful look. “Chloe Quinn, I’m married to you.” “Yeah, so what’s the prob-” I suddenly stopped short. Oh right, the Mitchell family had strict rules. This kind of scandalous news was strictly forbidden. We couldn’t do it. “So what do we do?” I was stumped. Lucas Mitchell pulled out my phone and calmly called my agent: “Are there any dating reality shows? I want to participate.” My face turned green. “Are you trying to get me hated to death?” Lucas Mitchell glanced at me sideways. “What do you mean?” I hung my head and fell silent. My agent had repeatedly warned me that with my face, everything I did seemed calculated. I attracted hate easily, and my mouth was faster than my brain, so I should never go on reality shows. Last year I didn’t believe him and went on a reality show. I gained over 100,000 anti-fans. Even now, people still flood my social media calling me brainless. “You have to go too,” he added. I looked up in confusion, seeing the innocent “Lucas Mitchell” through “Chloe Quinn’s” eyes. He smiled, his slender index finger gently lifting my chin. “If I stir up rumors with you, it won’t violate family rules.” Faced with this drastically changed version of myself, I suddenly blushed, my nose growing hot. “Um, I have another question.” “Go ahead.” “When you showered… did you look at my body?” Surely my perfect waist-to-hip ratio and killer curves must have captivated him? “…I didn’t look,” he answered, his voice a bit stiff. I shyly said, “Then I’ll go take a shower too-” Before I could finish, my face started heating up, my gaze unconsciously drifting downward. Lucas Mitchell quickly held my chin, tilting it back up. “No showering. Go to sleep.” “But I’ll stink.” “Then stink.” 0
It’s safe to say this was the most star-studded cast ever assembled for a dating reality show. The red-hot newcomer Zoe Young, the controversial A-lister Chloe Quinn, and several other big-name actresses. For the men, there was even a real business tycoon participating. As soon as Lucas Mitchell’s name was announced, it instantly became the top entertainment headline. “I knew Zoe Young and Lucas Mitchell had something going on!” “Chasing his wife all the way onto a reality show – the ship I’ve been rooting for is becoming real!” “Calling it now, they’ll be married sooner or later.” “Chloe Quinn is the most beautiful!” One of my fans interjected randomly. “What are you butting in for? True fans follow their idol’s lead. Brainless.” Before heading to the set, I gave Lucas Mitchell a million reminders: “Don’t wear heavy makeup, don’t talk too much, be friendly to the other female contestants, and don’t stare at men randomly.” Lucas Mitchell sat in the van with his arms crossed and eyes closed, looking more like he was going to crash a party. I had no idea if he’d heard me or not. There was a big screen in the villa where everyone could see real-time comments from viewers online. As soon as I entered, I saw the screen filled with hearts floating by like flower petals scattered by fairies. “Zoe Young and Lucas Mitchell forever!” “Mr. Mitchell is here to chase his wife!” Just when the atmosphere in the comments was at its most heated, “Chloe Quinn” and Zoe Young entered together. Zoe Young wore a white fringed strapless mini dress, looking sweet and charming as she waved gracefully at the camera. Noticing me staring at her, she suddenly blushed from her face to her ears and hid a bit behind “Chloe Quinn”. The camera followed, immediately revealing a sour face on screen. Clearly, Mr. Mitchell hadn’t gotten over the body-swap nightmare and was equally disgusted with everyone. The comments instantly changed direction: “Get lost, stop blocking my baby’s screen time.” “Where did this corpse face come from? Scared me to death!” “Zoe baby, stay away from her!” Lucas Mitchell took in the audience’s reactions, giving the camera a very cold glance. “What’s with her expression? Looking down on us?” “No way, even Chloe Quinn is looking down on people now!” “Chloe is the best!” “Get out of here, hater.” I sighed inwardly. I was used to it by now. No matter what I did, I only attracted hate. I just hoped Lucas Mitchell could keep a low profile. If he didn’t say anything, I’d be grateful. But the next second, there was a ripping sound as Zoe Young’s dress tore open, the long skirt becoming a short one. The culprit was “Chloe Quinn’s” high heel. An awkward silence fell over the scene. “Damn, Chloe Quinn did that on purpose, right?” “She was pretty manipulative on that show last year too. Causing drama as soon as she arrives.” Zoe Young lowered her head. “It’s okay, I’m sure she didn’t mean to.” Lucas Mitchell looked her over thoughtfully, casually saying “Sorry.” The audience was displeased again. “What kind of attitude is that?” Afraid the situation would escalate and attract more hate, I quickly tried to smooth things over. “Zoe, why don’t you go change clothes?” Zoe Young turned and left, looking pitiful and wronged. Lucas Mitchell stood in place, silently watching me. This gaze made my heart inexplicably skip a beat. I thought about it, but there was nothing to explain. At a Mitchell family banquet last year, his female business partner Victoria Xu bumped into me, spilling red wine on herself. As she wiped it off, she said, “Miss Quinn is new here, it’s understandable if she doesn’t know how things work. I’m fine.” And I, like an idiot, stood there holding an empty wine glass, trying to explain to Lucas Mitchell: “She bumped into me.” Lucas Mitchell seemed not to hear, and just said to me: “If you’re done eating, you should head back soon.” If there was a bit of liking at first, after that night, I never thought about a future with him again. I still remember it was New Year’s Day, and it was snowing heavily. After leaving the Mitchell house, instead of going home, I flew to another province that night to film, and didn’t return for several months. The current situation was surprisingly similar to that day. Lucas Mitchell probably thought of what happened that day too, and tried to explain: “The dress accidentally got caught.” The comments went wild: “Chloe Quinn, have some shame.” I sighed. “I know. Be more careful next time.” 0
Zoe Young quickly changed into a new outfit, and everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the incident again. While making dinner, Zoe Young came over cradling a bowl of rice. “Lucas, let’s make rice together!” When she smiled, there was a small dimple at the corner of her mouth, sweet enough to melt hearts. Back when I used a secret account to vote for her, Zoe Young was still an unknown little actress. Now she had finally made it to the big screen and caught everyone’s attention. I felt gratified. Before I could answer, the number of comments suddenly skyrocketed. “Oh my god, has Chloe Quinn gone crazy? What is she doing?” Seeing the comments, my heart skipped a beat and I turned to look. I saw the curvaceous beauty holding a knife in her right hand and a rack of lamb in her left, raising it high and bringing it down hard. Accompanied by the sound of the cleaver hitting the cutting board, blood and bits splattered everywhere. My ribs ached in sympathy. Viewers: “Run! She’s a real butcher!” Chloe Quinn’s true fans: “Chloe, I genuinely like you, please stop embarrassing yourself.” The show’s crew, never ones to miss drama, pushed the camera in closer, capturing my full face. In those black pupils, the shattered lamb was reflected. Her expression was cold, extremely serious and confident. “She’s pretty efficient at this.” “Putting everything else aside, this girl’s skills are legit. She takes her acting seriously too.” Zoe Young cleared her throat. “Sister Chloe, I remember you were on a show last year where you didn’t know how to cook at all. Lamb is pretty expensive, won’t it go to waste?” With one sentence, she instantly turned the tide of opinion. “Yeah, don’t forget how she used to slack off.” “She’s just putting on an act, don’t take it too seriously.” That was when I got the most hate ever. I went with some seniors to gather firewood in the mountains. The path was slippery from rain, and I sprained my ankle. The firewood I had carried all the way down from the mountain was handed to another senior before the cameras started rolling. Everyone thought I hadn’t done anything. That night when we made dinner, my foot was swollen like a steamed bun. I could only watch everyone busy at work while I couldn’t help at all. Later, for the sake of ratings, the show editors cut things randomly. Plus I was naive then and spoke without filters, so I got labeled as “lazy and useless”. Zoe Young kept stirring the pot. “Lucas, why don’t you talk some sense into her?” I looked at Zoe Young sadly, thinking this daughter I had invested real money in all these years didn’t seem like a good person. What a waste. While Zoe Young turned her head to look for a bowl, I crouched down by the stove, hiding from the cameras as I tugged on his skirt hem, whispering: “Please save me some face…” With a thud, Lucas Mitchell stabbed the cleaver into the cutting board on the other side, smiling coldly at Zoe Young: “If I stop chopping, what will you all eat for dinner? Why don’t you take over?” After a brief moment of silence, the comments suddenly had someone cautiously post: “Why does she seem… kind of cool?” “I know right… this is totally girl boss energy.” My fans popped up again: “Ahhh, Chloe, just keep looking at me with that disgusted expression… I’m screaming, I’m melting…” “Someone call the psych ward, we’ve got a crazy one here.” Lucas Mitchell snorted and lowered his head again, chopping away at the lamb. I opened my phone and watched helplessly as a new trending topic slowly crawled up from the bottom, inching its way into the top 10, before finally reaching the peak. #CholeQuinn #ButcherBeauty# The carefully cultivated image of a refined celebrity actress that I had worked so hard on was ruined in an instant. The delicate female lead role I had fought tooth and nail for was probably going to fall through now too. At dinner, Zoe Young kept pouring me drinks and chatting with me. She talked about how difficult her journey had been all these years. As I listened, my eyes unconsciously welled up with tears. It’s true, as her top fan, of course I knew how much she had suffered. The show’s crew, never ones to miss drama, might as well have shoved the camera in my face. The comments all started egging us on. “Look, real feelings are developing.” “Mr. Mitchell is crying.” Little did they know, sitting across from us, “Chloe Quinn” cutting the lamb had darkened her face, coldly watching me. During the show’s intermission, I staggered out to the yard to get some air, fighting the effects of the alcohol. Lucas Mitchell was wrapped in a blanket, sitting in a wicker chair reading financial reports. The light cast my shadow onto the paper, and Lucas Mitchell paused his reading to look up. “Come here.” I reluctantly stood in front of him. “What?” Lucas Mitchell looked me over for a moment, then asked: “Have they always criticized you like this?” What is this? Sticking up for me? “I’ve heard much worse than this.” Our company was poor and couldn’t afford to hire PR teams. Plus with my unique way of becoming famous, they were extremely tolerant of haters. At first, I would hide under the covers and cry. Later, after being insulted so much, I felt like no one in the world liked me, so I simply stopped reading comments to avoid upsetting myself. As time went on, I grew numb to it. I sat next to him as we enjoyed the breeze. “The Mitchell family can afford good lawyers,” Lucas Mitchell said. Actually, I had looked into it before. When Lucas Mitchell wasn’t around, I was shut down in two or three sentences by his partner Victoria Xu – “Miss Quinn, the Mitchell family and someone from your entertainment background are simply not the same type of people. If Lucas gets involved in your affairs, it will only bring trouble to him and the Mitchell family. Please know your place.” I lowered my head, swinging my legs as I sat in the hanging chair. “There will always be people who find fault from angles you can’t predict. You can’t please everyone, so I just close my eyes and get through it…” After all, I’ve been on my own since I was little, relying only on myself for everything. If I had counted on Lucas Mitchell to stand up for me, I would have been finished long ago. The atmosphere fell into silence. Lucas Mitchell didn’t speak, but turned his head to carefully study me. I was the one who couldn’t stay quiet. “Mr. Mitchell, can I ask you for a favor?” I had never said the word “please” before. But tonight, I really couldn’t hold back anymore. As soon as I opened my mouth, I couldn’t help but start crying. “I don’t want to be the Butcher Beauty. Can you please not chop things tomorrow? I still want to play gentle female lead roles…” On my phone, the “Chloe Quinn Butcher” topic had already reached #1 on the entertainment rankings. “Why are they so fast…” I was a snotty, teary mess. “I’m supposed to be delicate and weak…” Lucas Mitchell pressed his lips together, his voice tight. “Stop crying. I’ll have them take down the trending topic.” He unlocked his phone and skillfully entered the first few digits of a number. The search bar popped up with “Victoria Xu”. “Hello? What is it?” Victoria Xu’s slightly arrogant voice came through the speaker. Lucas Mitchell froze for a moment, looking at me. I had tears streaked across my face, hiccuping as I used my own phone. It was a miracle I could even make the call. Lucas Mitchell frowned. “The #1 trending topic, please have it taken down as soon as possible.” After a brief silence, Victoria Xu’s light laughter suddenly came through the phone. “I’m sorry, Chloe Quinn. Even though you’re married to Mr. Mitchell, you don’t seem to have the authority to ask me to do anything.” With that, she hung up without hesitation. The night breeze blew freely, rustling the plastic vines overhead. The dial tone beeped mockingly. Lucas Mitchell furrowed his brow and asked: “Has she always treated you like this?” I wiped my face, stammering, “Not always. Sometimes I curse at her too.” “What do you call her?” I hung my head guiltily, like I had done something wrong. “Old duck…” “…” “She can’t out-curse me…” Seeing Lucas Mitchell’s inscrutable expression, I hurriedly added, “I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. I won’t curse anymore.” Lucas Mitchell slowly spoke: “It’s not that I’m against you cursing. I hope next time something like this happens, you’ll tell me.” Tell him what? Hello Mr. Mitchell, I’m about to start cursing? I absent-mindedly replied “Oh” and said, “I’m going to bed.” The show had prepared two rooms – one for the men and one for the women. Numbed by the alcohol, I pushed open the pink door without thinking. The scent of shower gel wafted over. “Oh my, Mr. Mitchell, what are you doing in here?” Zoe Young, wearing a bathrobe, bumped right into me, her little face quickly turning red. I came to my senses, my heart instantly leaping into my throat. Comments: “Whoa, what kind of plot twist is this?” “Mr. Mitchell, do you remember there’s a whole country watching on camera?” “Someone call the marriage registration office.” Alarm bells went off in my head. This is bad! “I’m so sorry, I went to the wrong room…” I tried to push Zoe Young away, but my tie suddenly tightened – Zoe Young’s hair clip had gotten caught on my tie clip. She clumsily fell into my arms, coyly resisting yet yielding as she clung to me saying, “Mr. Mitchell, let’s talk about this…” Things started developing in an uncontrollable direction. The show staff were also dumbfounded. The director was about to cut away when suddenly someone kicked open the door behind them. Lucas Mitchell, wearing my face, walked in exuding a chilling aura. “You dare to cheat on me?”
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