From Substitute Bride To Beloved Wife Novels & Stories

"A contract? You’re selling me off? Why not Laurence? He’s the 'golden son' you’re always bragging about." My father finally looked up, his gaze icy. "This marriage was originally meant for Laurence. But Laurence is stuck in London. The Montefalcos won't wait. So, you are going to be his substitute. You will marry the girl and play the part for one year until your brother is ready to take over." My jaw tightened. A substitute? I was being used as a placeholder for my own brother. The insult stung more than the marriage itself. "And who is the lucky girl?" I asked, my voice dripping with venom. "Is it Aria? That mousy girl who followed me around like a lost puppy in freshman year?"

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.

She wanted to slap Maria, but Charles was right beside her, and she didn't have the courage. She could only grit her teeth and angrily curse, "So what? Dad accepted me, not you. Maria, let me tell you, no matter what you do, Dad will never recognize you!" She became proud, "Oh, by the way, I'm getting married in half a month, and Dad has prepared a grand wedding for me. But you were just my substitute when you got married!" Maria clenched her hands instantly. This was the deepest pain in her heart! Although she was now Mrs. Smith and she had decided to be with Charles, she didn't have a wedding of her own.

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

“Is it because you’re married to that mute girl? The one who can’t even give you a child?” My mouth opened. Nothing came out. “I mean, seriously, Louis. You’ve been married for years, and that one, Evelyn, hasn’t even given you a baby. What’s the use of a woman who can’t bear fruit? And now, the one you were originally betrothed to, my Erica, is pregnant for you.” I clenched my fists. She wasn’t finished. “Just marry her already. It’s fate. Evelyn was always just a substitute bride. A stand-in. But now the real bride is back.”

Ava’s POV Every part of me froze as his sharp words felt like numerous knives, piercing into my heart. A torrent of tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. I stared blankly at the man I had loved and married for three years, not knowing I had been nothing but a substitute for the woman he loved. He glanced at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “We should end this marriage, Ava. Olivia is back, and I’m finally getting married to her.”

I stood up hurriedly as I wondered if I had angered him with my statement. “How many times do you need me to tell you that you are my wife and not a substitute?” He frowned. “But Emerald… she is never going to…” “Am I a baby? You think your sister and father are capable enough to pull that on me? Don’t you have trust in me?” “I do… but, it had been planned from the beginning.” He slapped his forehead and moved closer to me. “You are my wife, act like one. You are a Preston, not a Rodriguez,” he said sternly.

"Kuma ina, m noblewoman daga mulkin Bellechester, kai ka as my daya kadai. Za ka, kuma, ka rike zuciyata a hannunka. Ka nuna mini yadda za a yi karfi da kuma yaki na soyayya ... kuma na jingina wannan unyielding soyayya a cikin zuciyata zuwa gare ku. Ina da gaske girmama su zama matarka da kuma sarauniya." (And I, a feeble noblewoman from the kingdom of Bellechester, take you as my one and only. You, too, hold my heart in your hand. You have shown me how to be strong and fight for love...and I pledge this unyielding love in my heart to you. I am truly honored to be your wife and queen. I will respect you and love you always. You are the King of my heart.)