Novel & Cerita From Substitute Bride To Beloved Wife

"Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Jenner Harper to be your wife?." "I do." Dylan said hastily. "Do you vow to be with each other for the rest of your lives, for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish each other, until death do you both part?" "I do." Dylan answered. "I do." Amelia answered. The priest smiled. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." The priest said, and the congregation began cheering and clapping so loudly. "You may now kiss the bride." The word kept on ringing in Amelia's ears as she slowly turned to face Dylan.

When we married each other, I thought I would be happy as you were already mine that day, yet seeing you forcefully smile in front of me made me think twice if I did a good job that time or not. I knew that between the two of us, Nate. He will always be the one you picked as you loved him so much, and I knew I was just a rebound, a man who was forcing myself to be with you and for you to love me, Beatrice. So, I decided to let you go once again. Still, I see some changes in your actions, and it gives me the idea of you already giving me some of your love, and that made me happy, Beatrice; I am so glad about that, though destiny seems to be playful as it made us apart from each other now.

Kael growled, his head resting against my shoulder. Outside, the eclipse passed. The shadow moved on, but the world would never be the same. The "Substitute Bride" had finally claimed his throne.

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

Taggart gritted in annoyance and was ready to blurt back. “The wedding is still planned, so don’t worry about it. We only replace the bride with Tamara. I think she’s the best option for you,” Bruce pointed at smiling Tamara. Taggart was freezing out in his place. He couldn’t believe his father was becoming a jerk by changing his plan.

“No. You do not get to decide that. Did I force you to run away? Where were you on your wedding day? You never showed up. I stepped forward and married him instead. The moon goddess witnessed our union and sealed it. I am his wife now.” I pulled the neckline of my dress aside just enough to reveal Valerian’s mark on my skin. The clear imprint of his claim stood dark and permanent against my shoulder. “This proves it. We are bonded.” Arabella’s eyes widened with fury. “He is not yours! I am back and I need to see Valerian immediately. I will tell him his true wife has returned. Watch how fast he sends you out of this house.” She raised her voice and started yelling. “This substitute has no ri

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way. Hours later, I heard the commotion downstairs; her arrival. I reluctantly left my room dragging my feet as I walked down the down staircase. Then I saw her. My jaw clenched as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was her—the girl from last night. The one I’d shared an impulsive, reckless night with at the club. She stood there, looking as stunned as I felt, her eyes darting nervously towards mine. “Callum.” My father said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “This is your bride; her name is Marlowe.”

I let her. We sat in the living room with tea I had made for one and stretched for two and she talked. She had been with a man named Daniel for two years, she said, in the particular secret way that is only possible when you are engaged to someone else. He was not rich. He was not connected. He fixed boats in a marina in Portugal and he loved her in the specific way Vivienne had never been loved before — as if she were simply a person and not a set of possibilities. She had run to him the night before the wedding.

Ethan, Cannon's father spoke up, "If you were planning to come to your apartment, then you should have brought her with you. Why did you leave your bride alone there?" Cannon stood in front of them, "Replaced bride." Ethan was about to say something but Cannon cut in, "Did you know about this replacement?" Ethan spoke up looking straight at Cannon, "I got to know at the last moment. I was thinking of talking to you but she stopped me." For two shocked pairs of eyes got rooted on Ethan and Elaine as Ethan went on pointing at Elaine, "She said she loves you and she will handle it."