I snuck over to the pig farm and bought a few packets of sow hormones. I mixed them into the food Logan had prepared for her.
The farm owner assured me the hormones would take effect quickly. Even though the little pig was small, just a few dozen pounds, it would soon bulk up and go into heat.
When you raise pigs, the goal is to make them fat and cute. I mean, if you want them to get attention, that’s pretty much a must.
I had a special birthday surprise planned for Jessica. She’d better be in top shape for it.
Within a few days, Jessica started visibly gaining weight, turning into a little ball of fat. Meanwhile, Logan kept a close eye on her, almost paranoid that I was up to something.
The night before my birthday, I woke up hungry in the middle of the night and decided to grab a snack from the kitchen.
But the moment I bit into the sandwich I’d made earlier, I knew something was wrong. The sandwich tasted strange, and the juice smelled foul, almost rancid.
I quickly rinsed my mouth out, my anger rising like a tidal wave.
It was Jessica.
She’d tampered with my food!
And I couldn’t let her get away with it.
I stormed down the hall toward her room, ready to confront her.
But I stopped when I heard Logan’s voice from inside.
"Jessica, just hang in there a little longer. I’ll help you take back everything that’s yours. I was worried you’d suffer with Mom at the time, so I secretly swapped you with Alexa. Who knew she’d be brought back? I know you’ve been frustrated these past few days, but once tomorrow is over, you can swap bodies and go back to normal! That bitch, Alexa, will disappear, and the position of the Montgomery's heiress will be yours!"
I froze.
So that’s what this was all about. Logan was my father’s illegitimate son, and Jessica was his half-sister.
They shared the same mother but different fathers.
My blood was boiling.
I almost barged in and ripped these vile siblings apart right then and there. But I held myself back. I couldn’t let my emotions get the best of me. I had a bigger plan in mind for tomorrow.
The next morning, I woke up to find the house had been rearranged.
Logan was standing in front of me, holding flowers and a cake. His expression was warmer than usual, almost like he was trying to act like a caring brother.