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All Chapters of The Replaced Bride’s Fortune: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

“Pack your things, you’re going to the Maserati home tomorrow,” father barked at me as I bowed sheepishly at the dining table. My heart stilled at the announcement. Me? Emily was supposed to be getting married to him. Why am I going there? “But…why?,” I started in a quiet voice, taken completely off guard at the sudden news, “Emily might be back in time for the …” “Shut up, Brianna.” He dismissed me before I could even land my point. “Just do as I’ve said, Emily is not coming back and you will be taking her place as the bride. That is final.” I nodded, a quiet sense of resignation washing over me. I cowered in fear at his cold tone, my gaze running down the table at the so called family—people, who should be defending me or at least try to defend me. No one batted an eye. Not even a shock expression on their face. It was pathetic really, I had never expected much from them, never hoped for more than I was given but this one cut a bit deeper than I’d like to admit. I’d long

Chapter 2

After the announcement of my shotgun marriage in place of Emily. Dinner ended almost immediately, with everyone dispersing to their respective wings. That was the way things had always been in this cold house, there was no warmth. There was no laughter at dinner tables, no conversations about how the day went. Nothing. I especially didn’t speak much at all. There wasn’t anyone who cared much for what I had to say. I was left to clear and clean the table and tidy up the kitchen. We had help and maids but these were things I’d learnt to do without being told. ‘It was part of my due diligence,’ I’d constantly told myself. After all was done, I retreated to my room down at the basement floor. Dropping flat on my bed as I stared at the little neon star stickers at the ceiling of my room. It was the only source of light I had in my poorly lit room that didn’t even have a decent window. I let out a deep breath and I ponder on my nearing future, my current crisis. My shot gun marriage to

Chapter 3

The following day, a car arrived at the Stewart mansion. A white Escalade as I peeped from the attic windows of my room.I didn’t get a wink of sleep the whole night. My eyelids burned at the lack of moisture but I didn’t even care.“They’re here for me.” I whisper to myself. Okay, this was really happening.Emily was not here, this was really happening. I was getting married to him still.Maybe I should have slept actually, maybe then, I could wake and this would all be a bad dream. I’d have asked one of my siblings to pinch me awake but we weren’t that close.Not a minute after, a knock came, incessantly and loud. “Brianna, it’s time to go.” That was Ezra. “Dad said to bring you downstairs. Are your bags packed?”That was my cue, it wasn’t a dream, it never was. It was my reality and it was time to face it.I didn’t respond, there was no need to. I was really leaving now.I moved forward towards my small door frame and yanked it open. “I’m still set, I just need a little help…” He l

Chapter 4

I stare dumbfounded around me. Unable to process what was happening. There were about 10 people out to welcome me, their faces etched with a permanent genuine smile.It was almost like I’d been expected.My heart lurched in my chest. I wasn’t used to this kind of greeting. I didn’t even know what to respond with. I wasn't their young Miss. I was just me, Brianna. In my heads, I considered the possibility that they might think I was Emily. I wasn't the one their boss picked. I was just the replacement. “Just call me Brianna, I'm not the young Miss.” I managed to say.They stare at me in disbelief, yet said nothing.O..Kay. That went well.Were they perhaps bullied or forced to greet me like this. If Adrian was anything like the rumors and gossips, the possibility was there.The man from earlier—the one who helped with my boxes and drove me here, whom I now know as Barrett—stepped in to rescue me.“You may head inside now, miss,” he said, gesturing for me to go in.I don't think they'l

Chapter 5

I froze the moment he stepped closer. Mi amor? Mi amor? Was I in the wrong house? Why is he looking at me like a dog looks at a chew toy? Is this Adrian or his alter ego. My face must depict the look of utter confusion and shock. I could be a mood chart. My body refused to move, as if the air around me had thickened and pinned me in place. Before I could even make sense of it, he was already in front of me—pulling me into a hug. It felt…weird. But warm, affectionate and loving. My heart thundered loudly in my chest, mirroring his that thudded for reasons I couldn’t understand, I didn’t hug him back. I couldn’t. My arms stayed locked at my sides while my mind scrambled for something—anything—that explained what was happening. My thoughts felt distant, my mind cluttered like clothes in the boxes I brought here. But I relished in that moment, I’d never been hugged. Not once in my whole life. I’d been orphaned since my rat glimpses of consciousness. My adopted parents were…

Chapter 6

Adrian’s POV “Who am I?” My brow furrows as I asked her, in utter confusion. This was kind of… awkward. Definitely not what I had expected. I had expected to find my soon to be wife, relish in her presence and kneel in private that we were finally together. I expected her to kind of remember…me. But I guess that was unlikely. I was finally meeting my fiancee for the first time, officially. At least that was what she thinks. But she was asking who I was. This wasn’t how I envisioned this to be. I had many expectations but definitely not this. She looks up at me with those adorable doe eyes that gets me weak in the knees and I melt internally. absolutely awestruck. “Baby, I’m your husband,” I replied her as she stands, still confused. Was I missing something here? Did I not fit the description, if there was any. “I am Adrian Maserati, the man you’d be getting married to tomorrow,” I explained, “Is something wrong, my love?” “Stop, wait.. sorry… No… No. You..” she points at me,

Chapter 7

I’d never felt that much shock and genuine surprise in my whole life. Not even when I was adopted out of the multitude in the orphanage. Adrian Maserati was strange. I’m not talking dorky strange, I’m talking psychotic strange. He was way different from what I imagined him to be. Exceeding the mark by a large margin. Starting from his appearance, he looked way too soft and sweet with me at this moment—gentle even. But underneath that cute smile, even I, had half the brain to know that therein lies the actual Adrian that the rumors speak of. The one I was supposed to fear and tremble at. It laid dormant, and I didn’t want to know what he looked like. His dark hair fell in soft, short waves, brushing just above his eyebrows. It made him look effortlessly handsome. I found myself wondering if it felt as soft as it looked—and the thought alone unsettled me. He was very aware of the rumors, he said it himself and he asked me to trust him. How could I though? I had heard cou

Chapter 8

Brianna’s POV As we walked into the store, I was certain that this was a dream. Everything inside looked like an absolute dream. Like every bride’s dream. Except, it was not exactly my dream. It should be but I wasn’t the rightful owner of all these luxury. We were specially greeted by a lady that seemed to be in her early fifties, yet still looked incredibly agile and young. “Hello Mr. And Mrs. Maserati. I’m Cheryl, it’s a pleasure to have you both,” she greeted with a warm smile. “We have been expecting you for the exclusive showing, please, come this way.” *Mrs. Maserati? That’ll take some getting used to.* She ushered us along, down the expanse of the store to another are in the small corner that felt private and exclusive. I just followed along with Adrian. This was all so strange to me, I didn’t even know how to act. I probably resembled a child hiding behind his parent’s back. When we arrived at the exclusive suite area, it was clear that we were really expecte

Chapter 9

Adrian’s POV My heart could almost burst at the sight in front of me. My angel and my wife. She looks beautiful, ethereal. I didn’t even have the vocabulary to describe how stunning she looked. The dress fits her perfectly. After trying out multiple dresses that also looked okay on her, but not perfect. She would make rags look good honestly. This took the cake. It was perfect for her, for us. For our wedding, if it weren’t for the abruptness and the lack of intimacy and prior courting, I would have kissed her right here. The white lace dress flowed perfectly, complimenting her body and hair. It gave her a certain glow as she her face became immediately radiant. I don’t think I could keep the admiration out of my eyes. I couldn’t help it. I leaped up towards her. The dress was magnificent, it was an ivory white strapless gown, with a ball gown flow. I couldn’t describe the details but I just knew that I loved it. Even if I didn’t, the look in her eyes gave it away. T

Chapter 10

We secured the bags, the dresses, shoes, jewelry and everything that Adrian insisted I picked out. Even though I tried to assure him that I was fine with the ones he got. He didn’t agree.“Baby, even if you had a hundred back home, you can still get more,” he had said “You’re my wife and come tomorrow, the only thing that should stress you out is the option of choosing whether you wanted gold or diamond earrings”I could only nod in response, even though he treated me like this and was so nice and caring, a part of me feared the other side of him. The one he showed to Cheryl, the one he showed when I wasn’t there. So I could only nod. The weight of the ring on my finger still pressed against my bones. It felt heavy in a way, like I was carrying more than his proclaimed adoration for me, it held promises that should have been made to another—Emily, my sister. The real bride. We drove home in silence, but not without his glancing at me every second with a sheepish, boyish grin on hi

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