From Substitute Bride To Beloved Wife Novels & Stories

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

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“Ten million for a substitute bride. To be paid by the bride’s family.” I closed my pricing booklet. The original price written inside had actually been four million. Sean let out a cold snort, while Crystal paid without hesitation. “Some traditions exist for a reason. People who break the rules usually end up regretting it.” I shot Sean a glance, put away my phone, and turned to head back into the bridal chamber. I completed the ceremony again and lit three candles beside the bed. Then, on the twenty-seventh line of the marriage document, I carefully wrote Blake’s name.

I was not sure I had heard him right. With an angry look in his eyes, he thundered, his fist slamming on the table. "You're getting married to the Prince." He repeated and I gasped. "I'm not supposed to get married to the Prince." I clapped back, with a confused look on my face. "What? You're mateless. You're the perfect fit." He replied and I gasped. "What about Kira? She was betrothed to the Prince. Why me?" I asked. I could not believe I would be a substitute for my sister.

The one who got away. Aurora disappeared the night she was supposed to marry him, and I became the substitute bride. The unwanted mute substitute bride. Mother works quickly, muttering more insults as she finishes her work, then leans back, shaking her head. "You know, it’s a real shame. If only you could produce an heir for Lord Ezra, then I wouldn’t have to work anymore. But no, nothing from your womb after all these years. Why can’t you just spread your legs and let him fuck you?”

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

I had seen that same defiance in her at the gala, the way she stood there after I said all those hurtful words. She didn’t say anything. Most girls would have ran away crying but not Ava. I admit the shock on her face stirred something inside me. It was a small thing, but it got under my skin. I shifted my focus back to the contract. "I’ve made my choice. The Parker family will make us stronger. Marriage is unavoidable." Bento didn’t push it any further, sensing I wasn’t in the mood to chat. Instead, he crossed the room and flopped down in the chair across from me, his usual energy dialed down for once. I looked over the contract again, my fingers gliding along the text as I went throug

Beautiful yet entirely closed to her. He had not struck her. She had braced for it that first night after the forceful wedding, like he had threatened, and the night after, and the one after that. She had mapped exits in her mind, had slept lightly, cataloguing sounds. But Caleb Wren had not laid a hand on her. What he had done instead was something subtler, and in some ways more exhausting. He had looked through her. He had spoken to her the way one spoke to household staff — brief, functional, impersonal. He had said, plainly, on the third day of their marriage, that this arrangement existed to make her feel what she had made him feel. And he had kept that promise with a consistency that s

His voice was cold, and from the way his brows were furrowed, he was just as much confused as I was. "A wedding will be held today." He says in finality. My mother's eyes aren't the only one that goes wide. "B-but Kathrine isn't here," my mother stutters. "I am aware that your eldest daughter isn't here, Dorothy, but remember that before this was a love match, it was a business arrangement, and in order for the business arrangement to be fulfilled, your daughter must marry my son." Her eyes land on me, and my body goes rigid. He couldn't possibly mean…

These dedicated individuals have committed themselves to restoring the manor to its former grandeur, living there with a renewed sense of purpose and minimal worries. Meanwhile, the castle that had been home to Jovielyn became the new residence for Caleb and Diana after the joyous arrival of their beautiful daughter, also named Jovielyn. Shortly after her birth, they hosted an extravagant wedding within the grand castle, celebrating the beginning of their life together as a family in a manner befitting their love.