Novel & Cerita Substitute Bride

Stubbornly staying alive to wait for him. As she saw herself through his eyes, she turned toward him. Her eyes glowed in his color. She smiled. “Didn’t I tell you?” Liam whispered. “That is our bride.” ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

They called him a living demon. The bride he had named was Carrie Wheaton, the Wheaton family's eldest daughter—beautiful, talented, and perfect in every way. But now, I—the "fake daughter" they had adopted by mistake—was being shoved forward to take her place. A substitute bride. A sacrificial offering. Carrie stood off to the side, her lips curving into a barely hidden smirk of schadenfreude. A lawyer spoke up, "Jessica, once you sign this agreement, you'll become Will's legal wife. As compensation, the Wheaton family will provide you with a sum of money."

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

Lorraine’s clear and sonorous voice wafted into Sotiria’s ears. It took Sotiria a while to recover from the pain and find her voice again. “But, according to Rothesay’s tradition, the bride should find a girl who is not married to be a bridesmaid. I have been married—” “It doesn’t matter!” Lorraine interrupted Sotiria, took a step forward, and held Sotiria’s trembling hand.

Chapter 3 Watch me “You're the most beautiful bride that I ever saw,” the woman said. I can see how enticed she was by looking at me in the mirror. I remained staring at myself as well. It should be Bria who was supposed to be here and not me. How did all of this happen and I ended up replacing her? I was indeed gorgeous and stunning with this expensive wedding gown filled with crystals and diamonds all over it. “You can go now,” I commanded when Kirsten just went inside the room.

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be t

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

They told me to pit on my sister's wedding dress, to replace Anita, at the altar. There was no room for argument, nor was I given the choice to say no. I was to be the figurehead, the stand- in bride who would fufil the ceremony in Anita's absence. There were no word of blessings and no well wishes for a happy future. instead, what I recieved were instructions “to be a good wife”. This was how it all started.

“Make sure not to stumble upon him after you're done playing your role. I am his chosen bride, and he has his reason for needing a substitute for now.” I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. The chosen bride. What could make the prince not crown his chosen Luna but need a substitute instead? Isn't he ready to have a Luna? Am I going to take the blame or whatever on her behalf? It got me worried that instant, but her voice snapped me out. “Know your boundaries, omega.” she let out a sinister smile and made her way out of the room. I stood there, my feet glued to the floor.

Until death do us part. Then it was my turn. I opened my mouth. And for one terrible, stretched-out second, my mind went completely blank. Not because I was nervous. Not because I'd forgotten the words. But because standing there in Vivienne's dress, holding Vivienne's flowers, I suddenly became acutely aware that this entire morning had been designed for someone else. The chair arrangements, the registrar, the seven witnesses, the man beside me, none of it had ever been meant for me. I was a substitute. A stand-in. A clause in a contract.