Actresses Substitute Novels & Stories

A black leather jacket and black leather trousers. Stepping into the studio minutes later, I was welcomed by another surprise. The person I've not seen in years. Liana Patterson. Liana is a famous model and was the face of American Beauty Talent for three years in a row before someone else took it just recently because she left the modeling industry to start a career as an actress. Well, we met back in 2019 which was about four years ago, had fun, and ended up having sex. Well, it was just one time, and although she wanted to start a relationship with me, I turned her down. I wasn't ready to be committed to any woman, and even if I was, she wasn't my style. I don't feel a twinge of feelings

"Is Tristan still working?" "No," Ethan answered. "He resigned from all his positions after receiving the insurance payout. Now he calls himself an ‘investor’ and ‘entrepreneur’—though as far as we’ve investigated, he has no real business. Just spending money." "And Sienna?" "Sienna works at the PR firm where you both used to work—Sterling Communications. But she was promoted to Senior Vice President six months ago. Six-figure salary. Plus bonuses." Serena clenched her fists tightly. "Promoted. While I was declared a mass murderer."

Someone said and the small crowd around us fell silent. A sheepish smile slowly crawled onto my face. “Hi… I’m sorry.” “It’s really you, Luna Iris!” Someone yelled and the people began making noises again. I clamped my hands over my ears until a female reached out her hand to me, and I gladly accepted it, only to remember who she was. “Lima? Is that you?” Lima was the makeup artist Draco assigned to help me get ready for functions we needed to attend, including our engagement party. “What are you doing here?” I asked while I brushed the dirt and dust that clung to my clothes.

For this wedding, I didn’t have any bridesmaids of my own. Instead, Sandra had invited Stella’s friends. In the makeup room, they didn’t even bother to hide their mockery. “Stella really had bad luck. Died young, and now this country bumpkin gets to take her place.” “So what? Everyone knows she’s just a stand-in. Mr. Davidson loves Stella. Mr. and Mrs. Walker love Stella, too.” I didn’t care about their sneers and gossip. However, one of them suddenly threw a pillow straight at my head.

For once, he didn’t smile. Before Malcolm could say anything else, a sharp voice sliced through the air. “Well, well. If it isn’t Tessa or rather Camilla Anderson” I turned and immediately wished I hadn’t. They must have read the statement my lawyer issued regarding the two names, the imposter issue that Madam Clarisse started. Clarissa Langford stood there in a white designer bikini, sunglasses perched on her head like a crown. Beside her was Evelyn, all fake sympathy and expensive perfume. The two of them looked like trouble wrapped in luxury. Like they were at the orphanage

I could not meet her gaze and stared at the floor instead. Mother sighed, “I understand. It's not your fault, there are just some people who are more charming and perfect than the rest of us and that's your sister.” She paused. “So did you not have sex with him because of that?” her voice was suddenly hostile. “H..huh?” I gasped as I swept up my head to look at her. “You were a substitute, yes, but you lived with the man for three years, couldn't you seduce the man?” She tapped the withering glass table in front of us. “He's a billionaire! Are you this foolish? Who raised you to be goodytooshoes?”

I needed Gina’s help to get me a replacement fast. “Jessica bailed on me. She got a higher offer from Helen Ross” I sighed, “Do you have a replacement model for me who is with Jessica’s physique? I need her fast” There was a pause from Gina’s side. It was odd. “Gina? Are you still there?”

Charlotte pushed open the door to the dressing room, and the people inside turned their faces toward her, their expressions less than cheerful. However, they all remained silent. Suzanne stood up amidst the crowd, wearing a tired expression. Charlotte approached her and asked, "Ms. Cole, what happened?" They moved away from the others to talk in private. Suzanne apologized and said, "News about the replacement of the actress in 'Looking West to the Capital' has spread, and there have been several ticket refund requests. Two actors in our group have applied for transfer to Jessica's other play."

“She couldn’t handle that Serena needed me.” Sebastian stared at me. “Jealous,” he repeated. “Of the woman you used her to replace? Damien, she found the file. The ‘Project Serena’ file. You built her like a doll. You dressed her up in another woman’s face. And you’re surprised she didn’t stick around to watch you reunite with the original?” “I kept her safe for three years,” I snapped. “I gave her a home. A fucking life.”

He left at the wee hours of the morning when she still asleep to get her clean underwear and to also get breakfast but when he returned she was gone. *** sorry for the late update. The Substitute Bride is coming to an end soon and I want to say thank you to all my readers who have stuck with me from the beginning even though I couldn't update as often I'd like to. please hang in there and I hope you'll continue to support Rella and Stefan's journey.