Romans & histoires Actresses Substitute

While Lara held her arms to support her to go and seat on the bed. "I think my stomach is not feeling well," Angela explained. Lara understood and told her to wait and she ran towards the door in a hurry without locking it. Angela sighed and thought everything was going well. A few seconds later Lara comes with another two maids. Angela again adjusted herself to act. "Madam, what happened?" One of them asked while Lara and another maid were nervous standing behind her. "I…I don't feel well! Please ask Eric to come…" Angela played her role brilliantly.

Before she could start her insults, the director's secretary stepped out of the hall and started announcing names. Inside the big audition room, on the left side, four seats for judges were placed, which were occupied by four top celebrities. In the corner chair, one of the famous directors, Tom Morison, was seated. Beside him, the screenwriter, Michale Swift, was flipping some of the pages with great interest. On the left side of Michale, Roland Christopher, a famous producer in Hollywood, was tapping his foot, while on his left, the original writer of the story, Villy Mors, was smiling excitedly. All four have different expressions on their faces as they watched the performance of the firs

"It's a legal marriage, you can't just come and take her place." "Of course I can. She is nobody, Nora. She's just a substitute who is taking my place, but not for long. Egil will never love her as he loved me. As soon as he knows that I'm alive and willing to return to him, he will welcome me and get rid of her. I'll have the support of my father and my brother too." "I guess you have everything figured out then." Nora passes her the bowl of soup with a spoon. Nadia nods and sips the soup she offers.

Then I don't think you should blame me for being unintentional. "Who's the substitute is yet to be seen." Nancy stepped closer, leaning close to Mei Grayson's ear, whispering tauntingly. "Young miss, you don't need to pretend with me. We are both substitutes, and neither of us is more noble than the other. You know who you are, but guess what? I know too. You're not just the beloved cousin of Tom Hulce, but it's strange. It seems you've never taken in a man before, hahaha."

After all, how could a spoiled lady stand being treated rudely like a whore? However, she acted submissive, even pathetic. Fu*k, what a good actress the woman was! She must have moaned like a whore under Ian countless times and now she still tried to make me believe she was lack of sex experience. With that thought, I got even angrier. Before I was about to rip her dress, she finally unzipped it. The moonlight through the window fell on her curvy body, making my groin tight. The way she came with the moonlight was just like a siren yet got the most innocent eyes. Again, I admitted she was a stunner.

“Open the door, please, I will take her inside.” “Is Sebastian home?” Daphne asked him. “Mr. Frost is a bit occupied, but I will tell him that you brought Miss Arianna home. What are your names again?” “We are Anastasia’s friends,” I smiled at him. “Yes, but what are your names?” He insisted. “Um…” I cleared my throat and looked at Daphne to come to the rescue since I seemed to have forgotten our fake names. “I am Stella, and she is - um… She’s Phoebe,” Daphne improvised.

"Then you marry him." Leila's crying stopped abruptly. Feeling her parents' and brothers' greedy, wavering gazes falling on her, afraid they might actually push her forward, she rolled her eyes back and "fainted" dramatically. Bella hissed at Diana in a whisper, "You ungrateful wretch! Without the York family, you wouldn't even qualify to be a substitute bride for the Russell family!" "What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you." "You—!" Bella trembled with rage. "I truly regret giving birth to you!"

Cassandra answered. “If you view it from that angle, it does sound illogical. Humanly speaking, we should avoid the source of trouble. But we can’t just shove the problem away and pretend it’s gone. We’re all involved in this mess. William was with Michelle at first, then married Laura—who was originally meant to be a substitute, as I told you before. From Laura’s viewpoint, is that fair? She was deceived by her own family, forced away, pushed into an arranged marriage, and yet she still cared for William despite his indifference. She stayed because he didn’t divorce her. She became a woman of patience and strength. If we were in her position, could we have endured the same?” Elara said.

Not wanting anyone to notice anything unusual, I put on a light layer of makeup in front of the mirror. However, the pain in my lower abdomen still made cold sweat seep out. I took a painkiller and went into the walk-in closet to change out of my sweat-soaked clothes, only to realize that most of the clothes, bags, and jewelry he had bought for me also appeared in those photos of Elizabeth. So even these had been carefully chosen to dress me up as Elizabeth. I let out a quiet, mocking laugh and called the housekeeper. “Sell all of these. Donate the money to a charity foundation.”

HAYLEY “I want you to act as your twin sister.” It wasn’t a request, but a command, like he was talking to me as if he was my boss. He isn’t. He is my father as he said so I appreciate at least a bit of concern…or perhaps a hug that says he was happy to see me. However, it seems like my twin sister is more important than me. “I am not getting what you want from me,” I replied. “Well, what part did you not get?” It was the woman now. “Your sister is missing and we need someone to pretend to be her for the wedding to happen. Of course, you will do it because you certainly looked alike.”