He's Just A Substitute That Doesn't Matter Novels & Stories

" he wave his hand to dismiss me. crazy man! He already acting like a boss. "I am always late." "No, you're not. You're always on time and everyone loves the way you treat customers no matter where you've worked" he replied. "I'm going to put too much sugar in your coffee." "No, you definitely won't do that." "I'd add salt at the end. I'm a clumsy junkie... remember?" "No. No matter how clumsy you are, you'll always pay attention." "Maybe, I'll kill you. You know how much I hate you"

Because of this, everyone knew she was madly in love with Joshua. At the same time, everyone knew Natasha was nothing but a substitute in Joshua's eyes. Natasha was the butt of everyone's jokes. The way they saw it, she was willingly acting as a substitute because of how desperately in love she was with Joshua. Unfortunately, she would never win his heart. It belonged to his first love. Of course, everyone also pitied Natasha for being kept in the dark. She had no idea Joshua only thought of her as a substitute. Natasha was a woman whose heart was filled with hope for her relationship. She'd long since forgone her dignity, and it made her everyone's laughing stock.

Laura was one of the brightest students at her university, but that wasn’t mentioned in the article, as if they only wanted to highlight her shortcomings. “Find out where that article came from, delete it, and give them a warning, because this will tarnish my granddaughter’s reputation!” Dominic said.

“So maybe go… deal with it, be responsible. Play father. That seems to be the theme of my life.” His mouth opens, then closes again. Whatever he was going to say doesn’t make it out. For a moment, I thought he might cross the distance. Grab her, argue harder or even demand something. Instead, he turns away, both hands gripping the counter like it’s the only solid thing in the room. The word substitute crawls back into my head uninvited. I hate how easily it still fits. The kitchen hums softly. The refrigerator kicks on. Somewhere deeper in the penthouse, a system beeps as it resets after the earlier breach.

I said, giggling. “I would pass out.” “Mhm, clearly.” I said. “You quite literally did.” “Shut up!” she said, grinning mischievously. “20 bucks I say he’s a substitute teacher.” “Well I hope not,” I murmured. “And no Cate. No betting.” “You’re no fun,” she said. “Well yeah?” I said, completely in agreement . “He hasn’t even settled in properly yet and you’re already using him as a pawn.”

Just the quiet clatter of plates in the kitchen behind us, the soft piano music looping in the background, and the thudding of my heart against my ribcage. Jared broke the silence. “You’ve always had a flair for drama.” I looked at him. “You know what your problem is, Jared?” His smile faltered. “You think being perfect makes you valuable. But all it does is make you replaceable. You’re a copy of every politician Dad ever admired and you’re too afraid to admit it.” He blinked. Then he stood. “I have a flight in two hours. Mom, Dad.” He didn’t even look at me as he left.

The real substitute quietly picked up what I had thrown, and while everyone's attention was on me, she slipped out the window. Alfred held me down with one hand and spoke to Elaine with a gentle tone, "This is revenge for you, Miss Elaine!" He pinched my chin, wanting to force-feed me the poisoned wine. But I turned my head and bit Alfred's wrist hard, drawing blood. I then spat a mouthful of blood and saliva and glared at them. "I'll remember this. You'll all pay for this!" The comments were dismissive: [Who does she think she is? Elaine will be a member of the Clark family soon. She can crush the substitute without lifting a finger.]

“You have till 10pm tomorrow. Right in this room” The nerve of him giving me an ultimatum! “You can leave” he commanded, this time with an iced cold tone. ****** “What?!” Josh exclaimed in disbelief as I filled him in the next morning “Do you like him though?” Josh asked after minutes of silence between us . “It doesn’t matter” I stated clearly. And it really doesn’t, it’s was pretty clear all William wanted was a fuck toy. What does it matter whether I like him or not?. “It sure sounds like a good deal especially since exams starts in a week”

He muttered coldly. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling as Williams shut the door behind him. He had left, and once again, I was alone in this world. The tears finally streamed down my face, slipping over my cheeks like they’d been waiting all along, hiding behind the numbness. I had loved a man who only saw me as a substitute. I had given everything— the company I worked so hard to build all my life, my love, my blood and a child I never knew I was carrying.

Kingsley stepped inside, slowly, as if unsure if he’d be allowed to. Before he could say hi or even draw a breath— “I am not a substitute.” Her voice hit like glass. No softness. No curve. Just sharp edges. “I am beyond a substitute, Kingsley,” she continued, folding her arms. “You don’t just get to come to me every time your life goes off the rails. I’m not your emergency exit. I’m not your second choice.” “Katherine—” he tried, voice low.