Novel & Cerita Ceo's Substitute Bride Alyssa

On the morning of her seventh wedding anniversary, Alyssa Marlowe walks into the registry office to obtain her wedding certificate as a surprise gift for her husband. Only to be told she was never married to him. Hours later, she finds the man she has spent seven years loving, building and sacrificing for, celebrating another anniversary with her best friend and she is pregnant. Nathaniel, tells her off and expects her to accept the affair wholeheartedly. And she does, she returns home in silence, slips her wedding ring back on and continues playing the perfect wife while preparing the downfall of every person who thought they had fooled her. But the deeper she digs, the more on

A couple of days ago, Billionaire CEO to Bridger Empire, Christopher Bridger ties the knot with his bride, Ahsley Grander, in a discreet, but elite manner. Then the screen was filled with the latest couple in the country, and Rudney’s breath caught in his throat; that had to be Lily Bashwood!

"Oh, is it because Mr. Cornelius, Mrs. Harper, and your Zoe are all here? Are you afraid I'll mess up your little arrangement?" Jasper furrowed his brows. "What arrangement?" "Your marriage discussion." Alyssa smiled teasingly. "Alyssa! That's enough!" Jasper's chest tightened, his bloodshot eyes glaring at her. "Congratulations, Mr. Beckett. You're getting married again." Alyssa completely ignored his anger and instead expressed her seemingly sincere blessing. "Ms. Zoe is young and beautiful, with a family background that's so much more prominent than Liana's. And she's Landon's sister, making it all the more familial."

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

Alessa stuttered as she hurriedly carried the plates. “It's Bryan Hart’s wedding.” She heard the guests say and she froze. She turned to the television and stared at it. Lydia was walking down the aisle in the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen. Alessa felt her heart shatter as she stared at it. Alessa watched as she got to the altar and Bryan’s smile grew. Tears clouded her eyes as she watched. Bryan started to say his vows, and Alessa couldn't bear the pain of hearing how genuine he sounded. He has never said those words to her, he never loved her and they never had a wedding. Just a contract.

Alyssa said, handing the man a two hundred dollar bill. “Whaaa.” She left the taxi before the driver could even understand what was going on. Opening her phone again, Alyssa looked at the comment. She instantly facepalmed herself. “Oh my days, Harrison what did you do?” Right under Clara's post, was the only comment left. And it was made by a user named, ‘ceo_ha’ ‘I told her to get it for her birthday tomorrow. My wife is exactly where she needs to be.’ After reading the comment multiple times, Alyssa felt like she was going to explode.

The wedding guest list was quite short, consisting mostly of Alex Ye's close friends, along with members from the Ye and Su families. As Michelle's bridesmaid, Alyssa realized that Michelle had very few friends to invite. So Alyssa decided to call some of her own close friends. Her friends, thinking it was Alyssa's wedding, were initially excited, only to lose interest when they realized Alyssa was just a bridesmaid. Alyssa teased, "I've heard that Brandon Su, my 'ex-boyfriend', is going to be a groomsman." Adding fuel to the fire, she continued, "The groom is the young Mr. Alex Ye from the Ye Corporation. Sure you don't want to come and take a peek?" On hearing this, her friends' interest w

The blushing bride, the soft laughter, the trembling under Adrian’s kiss—it wasn’t Alyssa. So who the hell was she? She snatched her phone from the table, dialing quickly. “Get me everything you can on Alyssa Vasquez,” she ordered. “Family records, hospital reports, school—everything. I don’t care how you do it. Just find me something that doesn’t add up.” When she hung up, her reflection in the glass window smirked back at her. You can’t hide forever, sister-in-law. And when I expose you, Adrian will tear you apart with his own hands.

His hands rested on the arms of the wheelchair, relaxed but ready. And he was staring at her like she was an inconvenience. "This is her?" His voice was low and rough, like he didn't use it often. "Yes, Your Highness," Thea said. "Lyra Hale. The substitute bride from the South." Substitute. The word hung in the air like an insult. Rowan's gaze traveled over Lyra slowly. Her travel-stained clothes, her messy braid and her pale face. She lifted her chin and stared back, refusing to look away first.

‘The paperwork I asked for. Camille rose and handed it over. Lisa shoved the pages toward my face. ‘How can the next heir to the Sterling family come from a wench whose sister used to wash dishes to pay for her sick mother’s hospital bills?’ The words landed like a slap. She was talking about me. About Ivy. Victor Sterling’s voice cut through the silence. ‘What exactly are you saying, Lisa?’ She folded her arms. ‘I’m saying Elaina isn’t as wealthy as you were led to believe. If she were, her sister wouldn’t have been scrubbing floors to keep their mother alive.’