I Married As The Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

My best friend, Ava Kingsley, was present as my assistant to help me ice the cake and make it ready for the wedding reception. "Three, two, one, go!" The MC squealed, and Jace held my right hand gently as he sliced the cake into two. Once we cut the cake, the audience erupted in a round of applause for us, and I wanted to step away from Jace as I was still overwhelmed. At a point, it felt like I was the one getting married. But then, I was not the real bride, and Clara was. Jace wrapped his arms around my waist as the DJ changed the music to a love song for us, and the MC invited Jace and me on stage once more to dance while the guests cheered us and brought numerous gifts and checks for us.

I cut in. "It was arranged. Your real fiancee suddenly disappeared on the day of your marriage and to save face on that same day you married the chef that was employed to cover the event.” Stunned, I couldn't speak. I kept staring at him like he had grown two horns on his head. It was at this moment that I decided to follow Elijah's gaze and it fell on Liam who was staring at me. “Liam confirmed it,” Father said. “He confirmed it or he went digging?" I huffed, holding back the anger that was threatening to tear through my veins.

The best man moved to help Ethan out of the car, and Maya stared at the mansion in awe, still trying to process it all. “You’re going to keep staring at it, or you’re going to go in?” Ethan’s deep voice said. He was already rolling forward. Maya swallowed hard and began following behind him. She didn’t have a single bag of luggage like a normal bride would. This wasn’t a usual wedding. She wasn’t a usual bride. She was a hidden, replacement bride.

" 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. "

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..

Four weeks were over in the blink of an eye and Iris sat in front of the vanity with dead eyes staring back at her as people rushed around the mansion trying to get her ready for the wedding she would rather not attend. Today was her wedding but she would rather be anywhere else than here. She knew that a lot of people would kill to be in her position but she would pay a hefty sum to have those girls take her place in a heartbeat if she could. She might be getting married to the most eligible bachelor in the country but to her, it was just a move from one prison to another.

I mean he bought a whole Island and a yacht. We had a spa session then in the evening, we hosted a bonfire wine party. We had to invite more girls to the island paying for their flights as well. It was fun spending money I didn't raise a hand to work for, Asphalt is such a blessing to me. “Congratulations, Janet, your husband is so loving. He must really want you to be the best bride of the year," one of the guests praised while I smiled at them. “So when is the wedding?," Another woman asked to join the circle.

He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

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?”

“You’re my wife… aren’t you?” Axel said again, his voice lower this time. Irony slowly turned to face him. Her expression was cold. “You must be either drunk or mad because..” “You’re not… Ivory Riggs?” he cut in. She let out a small laugh. “Ivory Riggs?” she repeated, amused. “You must be joking. Like I said, I know nothing about you. You’re just my co-CEO.” “Co-CEO?” His brows furrowed. “What about our contract marriage? What about our kids?”