My Best Friend Swapped My Soul with a Dog novel
I was eating all kinds of expensive and rare foods, while Sophie didnt hesitate to spend three months' salary to buy king crab for that dog.
I had just finished a perm that cost 0-05,000, and she immediately had the dog's fur curled too.
Even though Sophie broke out in rashes and was severely swollen, she still came to me every day holding the dog, even calling it by my nickname.
Sophie explained pitifully, "Olivia, I can't bear to see you leave. With this little dog around, it feels like you're still by my side." Olivia Marshall is my name.
I was deeply moved by her words and immediately covered all the dogs expenses, even buying many matching items for the dog and me.
Unexpectedly, 81 days later, I turned into a dog, and Sophie took over my body.
I was so anxious that I cried, but the sound I made turned into barking. Sophie, on the other hand, fearfully hid in Grace's arms.
Harry and Grace immediately ordered the bodyguards to beat me until I was barely alive.
While I was severely injured, Sophie smiled and sent me to a dog meat shop for slaughter. In the end, I was shared and eaten by the whole family.
As my soul was about to dissipate, I saw her talking on the phone with my fianc Arthur Duncan.
She said, "Arthur, thanks to the Soul-Swapping Spell you taught me, I can finally have everything of Olivia's, including you."
When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day Sophie asked me to help her feed the dog.
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"Olivia, I have a business trip these days. Can you help me feed the dog?" As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard Sophie's sickly sweet voice whining over the phone.
Seeing that I didnt answer, Sophie continued to plead, Could you really bear to see a little life starve to death?
I felt cold sweat instantly soak my back, and the phone almost slipped from my hand.
In my previous life, I turned into a dog, screaming in pain under a beating, and was sent to a dog meat market by her.
A blunt knife mercilessly cut through my flesh. No one understands the feeling of dying better than I do.
I tried to keep my voice steady and then agreed to Sophie.
Endless hatred filled my heart. Living this life again, I must escape the fate of soul-swapping from my past life.
The key to the problem must lie with that dog.
As soon as I opened Sophie's door, a strong smell of urine hit me.
A filthy stray dog was locked in a small cage. It had to relieve itself inside the cage.
Its fur was messy, eyes swollen and crusted with discharge, emitting a foul smell.
It was the same in my previous life. Sophie never treated it as a pet or took proper care of it.
I couldnt stand it, so I took it to the pet shop for a bath, a check-up, and bought some tasty food.
Unexpectedly, my kindness ultimately led to my own death.
Thinking of this, I took out the folding knife I had prepared beforehand.
I originally planned to take advantage of Sophies absence to come here and kill the dog, eliminating future troubles.
But when I saw it curled up in the corner, whimpering pitifully, I couldnt bring myself to do it.
The dog is innocent; the real villains are Sophie and Arthur.
After thinking for a while, I called the local stray animal protection association.
They will find a good home for the dog, allowing it to live a safe and peaceful life.
I stepped closer and fed it some jerky.
Looking into the puppy's moist eyes, I thought no one would interfere with its life or death anymore.
But the next second, I noticed something was off.
A faint black spot appeared behind the puppy's right ear.
Almost at the same time, the food in my hand fell to the ground.
This spot is exactly where my birthmark is.
And just now, there was clearly nothing there.
My heart started pounding. I thought, "Could it be that even starting over, I still can't escape their scheme?"
I backed to the door, forcing myself to calm down.
In my past life, Sophie was allergic to dog fur, her face swelling so much that her eyes narrowed to slits, and she had to take a handful of allergy medicine every day.
Even so, she insisted on bringing her dog to see me every day.
This shows that the conditions for soul exchange are definitely not that simple.
After seeing the staff take the dog away, I finally felt a bit calmer.
As long as the dog is gone, I still have time to find a solution.
Unexpectedly, the next day, my door was knocked on.
Sophie stood at the door holding the dog, her tone very serious.
She said, "Olivia, I just asked you to feed him for a few days, but you actually sent my Oli away. How could you be so heartless?"
Sophie shoved the dog into my arms, then rudely barged into my bedroom and lay down.
I froze in place, and the arm that had touched the dog instantly broke out in goosebumps.
I almost immediately threw the dog to the ground and tried hard to make my expression look normal.
I asked, "Aren't you allergic to dog hair? I sent it away for your own good."
Sophie stroked the silk sheets and said gloomily, "What gives you the right to decide for me? I got a pet because I was always thinking of you."
I really didn't want to say more to her, so I had the butler take the dog outside.
Sophie, however, panicked and blocked the doorway.
She said, "Are you driving the dog away, or me? Olivia, now that you're rich, have you forgotten our years of friendship?"
While we were at a stalemate, Arthur, who was abroad, called.
He started by questioning, "Don't you know that so-called protection organizations actually dispose of stray animals?"
"Olivia, apologize to Sophie right now."
Focused on dealing with that dog, I forgot that Sophie herself was also trouble.
Since I returned to the Marshall family, Sophie often comes to see me.
Now, everyone knows I have a very close friend.
In my previous life, I was too oblivious and only realized Arthur and Sophie had an affair after I died.
I abruptly pushed Sophie out and shut the door.
I said, "I'm your fiance, and you want me to apologize to someone else?"
I hung up the phone and blocked Arthur's contact.
It took me a while to come to terms with this reality.
Sophie took the dog back again, but I still had no clue.
I tried hard to recall all the details of my past life, and my head felt like it was about to explode.
Starting early the next morning, Sophie's messages bombarded my phone one after another.
Sophie: [Olivia, can we meet? I really miss you.]
[Are you mad at me? I was just too anxious that day. Im sorry.]
[Please don't ignore me. You're my only friend.]
I can almost picture her fake expression while typing those words.
I felt a wave of nausea in my stomach, gripping my phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
Then, I replied: [I've been busy lately. Let's meet another day.]
Seeing that Sophie didn't message me again, I breathed a sigh of relief.
However, I saw her post on Instagram with the caption: [Good friends are the family I choose myself.]
The post had two pictures: one was a photo of her and me at the orphanage, and the other was a painting we made together.
The painting, done roughly with crayons, depicted her and me, and the edges of the paper had already turned yellow.
That was a gift I gave her when we were kids.
In the comments section, our mutual friends and teachers left messages, admiring our friendship that has lasted over a decade.
But I couldn't bring myself to smile.
Because in the reflection of the inconspicuous bedside table in the photo, there was a naked man. He was wearing a luxury watch on his wrist.
That watch was the gift I gave to Arthur.
Sophie quickly commented below, asking me to visit the orphanage together.
She was clearly using moral coercion on me.
Ten minutes later, the orphanage director called.
She said, "Olivia, Sophie said you look down on her for being poor and don't want to meet her. Is that true?"
I bit my lip hard, the taste of blood spreading in my mouth.
But I couldn't share my difficulties with anyone.
I heard myself say in a cold voice, word by word, "How could that be? We've arranged to go shopping together tomorrow afternoon."
The mall lights were glaring.
Sophie held the dog, following me closely.
She said, "Olivia, look at this bag."
She suddenly grabbed me and pointed to the Louis Vuitton bag in the display window, exactly the same as the one I was carrying.
Sophie smiled and said, "The dog has matching accessories too. So cute."
I coldly watched the excited Sophie.
In my previous life, at this moment, I had already taken out the black card and bought that bag.
But now, I just chuckled lightly and said, "I think it's average."
Sophie's expression froze. She bit her lip, and her voice suddenly softened.
She said, "I want to buy it for Oli. But I don't have enough money."
She looked at me, and even the sales clerk behind the counter cast an expectant glance.
The air froze for a second.
I said coldly, "If you don't have enough money, save up some more."
I slowly ran my hand over my bag strap.
I continued, "Or, you could buy a cheaper one? Its all the same for a dog anyway."
Sophies face twisted instantly.
She said, "Olivia, just say it if you look down on me. In your eyes, am I only worthy of buying cheap stuff?"
Sophie was about to continue, but out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed something, and tears immediately welled up.
She said, "Olivia, you're still mad at me for losing my temper that day, aren't you?"
She choked up as she reached for my hand. "I was just worried because Oli was scared."
At that moment, Arthur's voice came from behind. "I'll pay the bill."
He walked over in a sharp suit, but his eyes were fixed on Sophie's face.
Sophie's eyes immediately reddened, and she hid behind him like a startled fawn.
When Arthur gave the membership code to the salesperson, I saw Sophie smugly pat the dog's head.
She said, "Good boy, Oli. You're getting a new bag soon."
My nickname coming out of her mouth felt so sticky it was disgusting.
While the salesperson was wrapping up, Arthur looked at me mockingly.
He said, "Olivia, you can't even buy a bag for your good friend? So stingy, as expected."
I stared at the faint red marks on his collar, the color exactly matching Sophie's lipstick today.
I sneered, "Mr. Duncan, you're quite generous."
Arthur mockingly said, "You're just like it, a stray brought back. Don't you think you're quite similar?"
This sentence threw me back to the tragic end of my previous life.
I felt a buzzing in my ears as Arthur's mouth kept moving.
He said, "I suggest you treat your friend and her dog well. Otherwise, someone as cold and heartless as you shouldn't dream of becoming a member of the Duncan family."
Looking at his smug expression, I almost felt like throwing up.
In my previous life, he always used breaking off the engagement to threaten me.
Every time this happened, I would be very obedient to him, simply because I truly wanted to spend my life with him.
If I had realized their malicious intentions earlier, perhaps I could have avoided the tragic ending of my previous life.
Suddenly, the dog in Sophie's arms started barking wildly.
It was forcibly put into a bag identical to mine, struggling uncomfortably.
And the black spot behind its ear had become too noticeable to ignore.
I no longer cared about what happened next.
I returned home in a daze.
After a while, Grace came to call me for dinner.
At the dining table, Harry and Grace looked at me lovingly.
Grace said, "Olivia, youve had a tough time outside. Now, well take good care of you."
"We never gave up looking for you. Thanks to fortune-teller Hunter Gray, who calculated your location. Hes truly amazing."
I was also a bit moved. After I came home, Harry and Grace couldnt wait to give me all the best things in the world.
But later, Sophie replaced me.
Fear filled my heart, and I couldnt swallow the food in my mouth.
Grace continued, "Unfortunately, Hunter refused to accept our gratitude money. Hes truly skilled."
A thought quickly flashed through my mind.
I thought, "Maybe Hunter can save me."
I smiled and said, "Dad, Mom, I want to personally thank this fortune-teller."
On Saturday, I set off early in the morning and finally climbed to the church on the mountain top by 2 p.m.
When I walked in and saw Hunter, I was stunned.
I always thought he would be an old man, but he turned out to be a handsome young man.
He was dressed in simple clothes, his eyes deep and calm, nodding to me in greeting.
He said, "Hello, Ms. Marshall."
I snapped out of it and quickly returned his greeting.
Hunter said, "No need to be formal, just call me Hunter."
I briefly described the events to Hunter, leaving out the part about reincarnation, only mentioning it as a very realistic dream.
After listening, his calm face turned serious.
Hunter said, "Soul-Swapping Spell? I didn't expect anyone to actually use such an evil spell."
"I need to look into a way to undo it. In the meantime, avoid contact with that dog. Wait for me to return."
I almost cried while thanking him.
Before leaving, Hunter handed me a small box.
Inside was a cross necklace.
Hunter said, "Put it under your pillow, it can temporarily protect your soul from disturbance."
After coming down from the mountain, I immediately claimed I was sick and stayed home to recover.
And Sophie came to chat with me every day.
She would ask me what I ate today and what kind of clothes I was wearing.
If I didn't reply, she would directly make a video call.
She said, "Oli misses you. Olivia, when can we come visit you?"
I didn't dare to seem too resistant, so I replied to her intermittently.
Arthur would drop by to see me from time to time.
He claimed to be visiting, but he was actually monitoring me.
Harry and Grace, however, welcomed him, thinking we had a great relationship.
I couldn't stand his behavior anymore and pulled him into the nearby living room.
I asked, "Don't you prefer Sophie? I'll make it happen for you. Let's call off the engagement."
Arthur just laughed. He stepped closer, lifting my chin.
He said, "Are you jealous? It's because you're not as carefree as she is."
"If your face matched Sophie's tricks in bed, I can't imagine how thrilling it would be."
Alarms went off in my mind.
In my previous life, was it for this reason that he swapped my soul into a dog's body and let Sophie take over mine?
I almost escaped his control.
On the seventh day after Hunter left, he still hadn't sent me any messages.
I sent him countless messages, from asking about progress to eventually pleading for help, but got no response.
Sophie, however, kept sending messages persistently: [Olivia, are you still not feeling better? Should I bring you some supplements?]
I stared at that message, my fingers trembling, and replied: [No, I might infect you.]
Fear and unease filled my heart as I tossed the phone aside.
Compared to my previous life, Ive hardly had much contact with dogs, so there shouldnt be any problem.
On the twenty-seventh day, Hunter finally called me.
He said, "I found a solution in Los Angeles. I'm getting on a plane right now and coming to your place."
Before I could speak, tears streamed down my face.
The me in the mirror looked extremely haggard, red-eyed, and seemed to have lost about eleven pounds.
After hanging up, I kept praying in the room.
Suddenly, the loud cheerful music from downstairs interrupted me.
I opened the door in confusion and saw that the first-floor hall had already been decorated in vibrant colors.
Looking closely, Sophie was directing the servants to arrange the cake, completely exuding the demeanor of a hostess.
The dog was not there.
Seeing me, she immediately ran over and held onto me.
Then, she affectionately said, "Olivia, today marks the 16th anniversary of our friendship. Mr. Marshall, Mrs. Marshall, and I have prepared a surprise for you."
I watched her warily, while Harry and Grace warmly thanked her.
Grace said, "Olivia hasn't been going out lately. Sophie, luckily you came."
Harry said, "With such a good friend like you by her side, we feel reassured."
Sophie smiled and handed over a box. Inside was a white dress.
She said, "This is my gift for you. Go try it on."
Seeing the relieved expressions of Harry and Grace, I could only put on the dress.
But unexpectedly, when I came downstairs after changing, I ran into Arthur coming in with that dog.
Fear instantly spread through my whole body. I couldn't care about appearances and let out a scream.
Arthur frowned tightly and said sternly, "Olivia, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone's eyes were on me.
Sophie lowered her head and said sadly, "Olivia, don't dislike it. Before coming, I already bathed Oli. It won't dirty your house."
The prolonged tension made me lose my mind the moment I saw the dog.
I said coldly, "What are you pretending for? Naming the dog like that is just mocking me, isn't it?"
After saying that, I turned and fled back to my room.
I didn't touch the dog, so it should be fine.
But the next second, strange white fur appeared on the skin under my skirt.
I watched helplessly as my fingers turned black, twisted, and shrank.
Then, my hand turned into an animal's paw.
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