Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Replaced Bride’s Fortune: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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

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

Adrian’s POV“Who am I?” My brow furrows as I asked, in utter confusion.I was finally meeting my fiancee for the first, officially. And she was asking who I was. This wasn’t how I envisioned this to be.She looks up at me with those adorable doe eyes that gets me weak in the knees and I melt internally. “Baby, I’m your husband,” I replied her as she stands, still confused.Was I missing something here? Did I not fit the description?“I’m Adrian Maserati, the man you’d be getting married to, tomorrow,” I explained, “Is something wrong, my love?”“Stop, wait.. sorry.. No. You..” she points at me, “ You are Adrian Maserati. Really?”If not for the genuine confusion and shock on her face, I’d actually take offense. Was I bad looking? I’d never had this reaction before.It’s usually fear—for those who had heard of me, terror—for those who have crossed me, a little pant pissing for fuckers whose life I’m about to ruin but not this. Not this adorable confused face my wife is wearing right n

As we walked into the store, I’m certain that this was a dream. Everything inside looked like an absolute dream. Like every bride’s dream.Except, it’s 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 expected. It wouldn’t be far fetched to

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