Ceo's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

He clenched his fists, maintaining a calm expression, but he was facing the worst-case scenario. He had been deceived. The real one—the woman who was supposed to be there—had vanished and handed him off to a substitute. And he? He was about to sign a marriage contract with a complete stranger in front of the entire society. But Andrews Westwood would never allow himself to be seen as a humiliated and fooled man. His face remained unreadable. No emotion showed as the bride came to stand beside him. The veil was lifted, revealing a face he had never seen up close before. The camera flashes began capturing every second—and in that moment, Andrews’ bride was presented to the world.

The whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

He opened his eyes and starred intensely at my face and briefly nodded. "Well...it never really went away. In fact, it kinda intensified instead. Which is why I kinda jumped at the chance to step in as your 'substitute' bride when Carrie ran off. I really wanted to be your wife and thought I'd have time to make you fall in love with me so our marriage would become real." "It IS real." He interrupted me.

I said but the groom grabbed my hand. “No you can’t go. You’ll be the substitute bride.” He said and dragged my back to the altar. I sighed dramatically. “I’m always the substitute when will I be the first choice?” “Shush your mouth and let’s get this over with.” He hissed and faced the priest like nothing happened. “We’re ready father.” He said and smiled. I scoffed God doesn’t want two faced people! But seriously… Is this for real? Am I going to marry someone I don’t even know?

“No issues, Miss White. I’ll report back to Mr. Roberts.” She turned to leave. Emily stopped her. “And tell him something else,” Emily said. Kim paused. “From now on, he reports to me directly,” Emily said. “Not through you. I am the acting CEO. The heiress. The board hasn’t voted yet, but soon they will.” Kim stared at her for a second, then nodded with a fake smile playing on her lips. “Roger that, Miss White.” She left the office. The silence that followed felt different, lighter somehow.

I said, stopping a few inches away from where she stood. She tightened her grip on her son's hand and cleared her throat. “I came here to meet Mr Conrad Pierre,” she began, her voice firm. “I am his soon to be wife.” I narrowed my eyes, looking at her. “Soon to be wife? Who are you?” “Amelia Hughes, the substitute bride you wanted.” I scoffed. Substitute bride. She definitely wasn't pleased by that fact. “Momma, where are we?” the little boy asked, looking at her. My brows furrowed again as I glanced at him.

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."

“The wedding will be held in three days. If you don’t marry him, we will be doomed to death.” “Where is Sophia now? Can’t we just get her back?” Aurora was very confused. Marriage was such a big deal. How could she replace the bride? At least they should ask the groom if he was willing. Aurora did not think that the groom would agree to that. Heck she is sure he won’t agree. Why will an Alpha agree to settle for a low life Omega like her?

"Every major investor, camera crew, and board member in the city will be in that ballroom. The board demands that you publicly debut your new bride. You need to walk her down that red carpet. You need to smile, hold her hand, and act like you both are deeply in love to clear the air. You have to prove to the world that she is happy to be Mrs. Kingsley." My throat tightened. The phone felt like a block of lead in my hand. "She cannot do that, Marcus," I said, my jaw clenching. "She has to," Marcus said coldly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "If she does not show up on your arm tomorrow night, the investors will assume the rumors are true. They will dump their shares, the stock will c

“Yes, I’m going to explain this to you as fast as I can, we have no time to waste.” Melissa swallowed and braced herself for what she was about to say. “The bride has gone missing, and this marriage has to go on. I will let something as small as this ruin the marriage, and you-“ she squinted her eyes and examined Melissa’s face again. “You have the exact same facial features as the bride, it’s terrifyingly similar and that works perfectly for me.” She said with a smirk. Melissa looked down to the floor as she took her time digesting everything Diana had just said.