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

The onlookers quickly pieced everything together. Someone even recognized Luke as the man who had caused a scene at the banquet. "So, he's that scumbag who abandoned the eldest daughter of the Lane family for his first love, and then planned to divorce her to marry her again?" "He should take a good look in the mirror. She's totally out of his league!" "He wants everything handed to him. What a shameless freeloader!" The crowd, realizing they had been used as pawns in his drama, immediately dispersed with curses of disgust.

“From now on, I relinquish any form of help towards you. I’m done playing your substitute” I clench my jaw and rival his glare. Making a light huff, “You’re done being my substitute? You’re relinquishing your helping hand? Give me a break, will you? You’ve never been of help to me, you’ve only cowered within my shadow so Father doesn’t throw you away!”

Calista never wanted to steal her sister’s place. She was an omega whose wolf awakened only after she risked her life to save Alpha Axton from a burning building. She thought that moment would finally make him see her. Instead, her family gave Eira the credit. When Axton announced that the woman who saved his life would become his Luna, Calista was forced to remain silent. In exchange, her father promised to give her the inheritance her late mother left behind. She thought losing Axton was a sacrifice she could live with. Until Eira disappeared the night before the mating ceremony. Suddenly, Calista becomes the prime suspect. With no sister to stand beside him, Axton for

" I think there's a mix up somewhere because I'm only a stand in for your ex-fiancee , more like a substitute bride . And being wedded wasn't part of the arrangements, I only consented to it because you promised Rose's grandmother to marry her daughter. And because of me that precious granddaughter of hers is no more , so I'm making up for it by saying those lines ' I DO ' in her stead . So do not patronize me Liam by saying you're trying to fix things that weren't spoiled in the first place. "

Fuck it I watched my teammates run the drill without.They didn't need me or more like they never needed me. I was replaceable. That was the thought that broke something open. Not that Marcellus didn't love me. Not that my father had left. Not that I had ruined my own life by wanting someone I couldn't have. It was that none of it mattered. On the court, off the court, in every version of every story...I was fucking replaceable. The whistle blew again, soon enough someone scored and everyone cheered.

It was Joseph. He stood there awkwardly for several seconds before he finally spoke. “Mr. Charlton…” I stood up but said nothing. Joseph lowered his head. “Mr. Charlton, I am sorry. I was wrong. Draven convinced me that if I learned everything you knew, he would let me replace you. I was young and foolish, and I believed all the promises he made.” He looked at me with pleading eyes. “I have nowhere else to go now. Would you let me work for you? I will do whatever you ask. I do not even need to be paid.”

Others lowered their voices as I passed and remarked, with a sigh, that it was a shame — still not quite right. I knew what they meant. The real tragedy wasn't the dress, but the undeniable fact that I wasn't Vicky James heard them. He didn't say a word in my defense. Only sometimes, when I couldn't quite hide the disappointment on my face, he'd offer me some perfunctory comment about not paying attention to those tedious people. And I would always smile and say it was nothing. I could endure it. I would wait for him to let go of Vicky.

However… "You look awful without glasses. You're cruder than him, more ignorant. You don't even like to read. You… You're actually nothing like him at all!" At first, I truly did see traces of Derrick in Lucas. However, the more time we spent together, the more he failed as a substitute. I no longer wanted to continue this farce, yet I discovered a fatal secret that stopped me from walking away. I had to pretend to love him… until now. Lucas understood what I meant, and his hands slid from my waist to my throat. All it would take was a little force and he could snap my neck. A single tear slipped from his eye and landed on my face.

“My name is Christopher.” I stare at him for a second longer than I mean to, then I step aside slowly, still not fully processing what’s happening. He doesn’t rush me. He just waits, and that patience makes it worse somehow. “You’re replacing me,” I say finally. He tilts his head slightly, like he’s choosing how to respond. “I’ve been assigned to the role.” The phrasing doesn’t soften anything. It just removes emotion from it completely. I let out a short breath.

“Sure, Hunter. What’s on your mind?” He stepped forward, hands in his pockets but tension radiating off him like heat from asphalt. “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what this is about.” I didn’t respond. I just raised a brow and waited. “You think I don’t notice?” he snapped. “You think I’m just going to sit back and watch while you—what? Try to replace me?” Now that… that made me laugh. “Replace you?” I echoed. “Liam, no one could replace you. You’re unforgettable. Just ask Zara.”