Ceo's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"Remember, you just need to follow what I say. Don't say anything even if someone asks. Keep your mouth shut like a doll that can't talk. Because you're just a substitute." Helga was stunned, her chest rumbling when Zean's last sentence was heard, somehow stabbing her chest. Just a substitute? What did he mean? That made Helga ask a new question. The large door in front of them opened shortly after. That's when Helga got one answer, Zean was getting married. But Helga was a substitute bride. However, there were still many questions that needed answers.

I was reviewing contracts at the dining table when the first notification hit, then the second, then the phone stopped managing them individually and just began vibrating in a continuous, sustained way that meant something had broken. I opened the screen. Sixteen notifications from PR. A message from Caleb that was a link and nothing else. Four board communications flagged urgent. Two from legal. I clicked Caleb's link. The headline read: *Dexter CEO spotted in Central Park with wife Isabella Moretti and mystery child.*

“They aren’t even calling it a wedding, Richard. A nuptial party, I think is how Reed phrased it.” “Whatever. They’re finally getting married.” I sighed. “You are so old-fashioned.” She patted my chest. “Who knew under the veneer of the modern, arrogant, forward-thinking man I married, you would one day fret over a piece of paper.” “It’s not a piece of paper,” I argued. “It’s a commitment.” She laughed. “No one could ever doubt Reed’s commitment to our daughter. It’s been Heather holding up the works. She said she never cared about getting married.”

Kaelia's Pov The wedding was a very private affair. There were not many guests. Just Freddy's inner circle and his father, William who stared at me from the front pew as if he would rather be at a funeral than his son's wedding. Then there was the couple I had paid to act as my parents. They'd nailed the part so much, I made a mental note to give them a bonus. “Mrs. Russo” even went as far as dabbing her eyes while her husband walked me down the aisle, wearing a proud smile.

My voice was thin, nothing like Bianca’s bold, confident tone. I felt Alessandro’s grip tighten on my hand. He didn't move, but I felt his energy change. It was like a predator sensing a shift in the wind. We exchanged rings. The gold band felt like a shackle. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." This was it. The moment the lie would break. My father held his breath. I closed my eyes, praying for a quick death. Alessandro reached out. His large hands gripped the edges of my veil. Slowly, he lifted it. The cool air hit my face, and I was forced to look at him.

“All our problems will be solved if Elena got married to Asher in my place. With their influence, Dad, you can get your company back and we don’t have to worry about getting blacklisted or being harmed. It’ll be a win for us all, and everyone will be happy.” “Wait what? What the hell are you talking about?” I looked simultaneously at their faces, confused. “Julia is right.” Janet nodded as she wiped off her tears, turning to me. “Elena, you have to be the substitute bride and get married in your sister’s place to Asher Walton.”

She knew her mother so well that when she made a decision, she decided with a firm determination, and she would never be swayed by anyone. But why should I? It's just been a week after Scott and I split, and she's already asked me to marry a stranger? Scott was her ex-name. husband's In a noontime broadcast, he won five million pesos. He didn't even come home that day, and when he returned the next day, he was preparing to leave and telling me he was seeking a divorce and waiting for the papers. And now, my parents are planning to marry me to a man I don't even know, and to make matters worse, my sister is the one who should be married, but because she is too young, they decided I should be

They escorted her to the entrance where her father, Stephen was waiting with a grim expression. Stephen had never acknowledged her as his daughter and she wasn’t even allowed to use his last name but last week, they had gone to family affairs and officially changed her name to a Taylor and also registered her under the family much to the annoyance of Vera and Helen. The bridesmaid marched into the hall and soon, the MC was announcing the entrance of the bride. Iris's stomach tightened into knots and she shakily took the hand her father unwillingly held out. The doors opened and they began the short but long trek down the aisle. Iris kept her gaze on the floor, admiring the rose petals that h

as he held my hand and helped me climb the stairs to the stage. It was a strange feeling as he held my hand. Everyone was looking very happy. But it seemed he was sad. I could understand his state of mind. He was actually in love with someone else and was supposed to get married to her. And here he was getting married to me instead. The girl, whom he always avoided like plague. What should I expect from him in this marriage,I was just a substitute bride to him. After all I have always kept the feelings I had for him to my self.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.