I Married As The Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

“I have a different bride now.” “A… different bride?” I twisted in his grip, trying to pull free. “Of course.” His voice dropped lower as he leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Who do you think?” A shiver ran through me, sharp and unwanted, freezing me in place. God. This was wrong. Something about this felt deeply, dangerously off. “How would I know?” I muttered. “You’re the one replacing Valeri, not me.” “It’s you, Zoe.” His voice turned soft—too soft. “I’m going to marry you.”

We don’t have a big family, we don’t have a lot of friends, so it makes me wonder if our special day will fall short in some ways because it’ll never be like a normal wedding. I don’t have groomsmen; I replaced them with mercenaries I trusted the most. Aurielle doesn’t have bridesmaids. She has Eliana and Auburn to fill in the spot. Eliana is the maid of honor, and Auburn is A bridesmaid. That’s it. Other than that, the rest of the wedding is spectacular. From the cake, to the dress code, to the entertainment at the reception. I sat on the bed and started laughing. “We’re getting married in four hours. Why are we still here?”

"So you tried to hand my wedding to your favorite daughter behind my back?" Dad, who'd been quiet this whole time, suddenly snapped. He stormed over and slapped me—hard. "Shameless girl! You run off, then show up with fake texts and humiliate us? You think this marriage is some kind of game?" I wiped the blood from my lip, smiled wider, and said, "Who said I'm not getting married? I'm here, aren't I?" Beatrice's eyes lit up. "Yes! Our family only recognizes Vanessa as Dario's bride. We'll redo the ceremony—tonight!"

Max asked suspiciously. "Why Shelma?" Gerald asked, curious. Max picked up his glass again. Clearly, he deliberately created a pause before giving an answer to his friend. He put his glass down again and leaned back, crossing his right leg over his left and intertwining his fingers on his knee. He looked at Gerald meaningfully. "I heard everything. About you replacing your bride," he said flatly. Gerald raised an eyebrow. Max didn't say it accusingly, but hearing Ariana referred to as a replacement bride made Gerald feel angry. "When I heard you replaced your bride, I thought it would be Shelma."

I said but the groom grabbed my hand. “No you can’t go. You’ll be the substitute bride.” He said and dragged my back to the altar. I sighed dramatically. “I’m always the substitute when will I be the first choice?” “Shush your mouth and let’s get this over with.” He hissed and faced the priest like nothing happened. “We’re ready father.” He said and smiled. I scoffed God doesn’t want two faced people! But seriously… Is this for real? Am I going to marry someone I don’t even know?

His voice has a touch of strangeness. Good, he should be like this, so I’d never think about something for us. Thinking about this, I approached him and sat on the couch beside him. I was taping my fingers in nervousness when he broke the ice. “So I want to clear some things, and the first one is you’re just my last-minute bride. I mean, you replaced someone in this marriage ceremony today, but that doesn’t mean you can replace her in all things.” I looked at him with the thought, why would I try to take someone’s place?

The melodious strains of organ music and violins filled the entire church room, which was dominated by white, from the wall paint to the wedding decorations that adorned every corner of the room. Soon after, they saw Deianne and her dad walking on the red carpet towards the altar. Starting now, Deianne will not be Deianne. Daniella Allyson is the name of the person seen walking down the aisle. The charm and beauty of "Daniella Montes" amazed almost everyone in the church—Deianne—without them knowing that what they admired was her twin sister. Little did everyone know, the real Daniella was now nowhere to be found.

I walked to my chair and brought out a bottle of wine and handed it over to Luke before taking the marriage book from Helena and ripping off the page tearing it to pieces. "There you go, trash can." I said smiling happily while putting it into Isabelle's wedding dress. I took a microphone from the catechist to make an announcement. "Brethren, there would be no wedding today. We are so sorry for wasting your precious time. The groom sabotaged this wedding by registering his mistress instead of the real bride, Helena who sponsored this wedding to save his broke ass. Feel free to join me celebrate." I said into the mic and a gasp erupted from the congregation and some of them began to leave whi

For them, he would always be the ideal, the apple of their eyes. While I was nothing but an eyesore, the offspring they didn’t want but couldn’t get rid of because of their traditional believes. Gabby, ever perceptive, continued, "You miss them, Kyra, and I don't want you to regret not telling them about our marriage." "You're right, Gabby. I've missed them, so much, and I always wanted to get married in the same church where my mom and grandmother married." I shook my head, moving away from her because I knew that this was going to be a difficult topic to approach.

It was the kind of wedding that stopped traffic, the kind that was splashed across every major blog and newspaper. "A Royal Union," they probably called it. "The Wedding of the Decade." And I, the woman who had ironed the groom’s shirts for eight years, the woman who had nursed him through fevers and failures, was just a footnote and a ghost. So, this is true. Another woman has taken my place. She is wearing the ring that was paid for with the money Jason and I worked for. She is dancing the first dance to the song we chose. She has taken my eight-year boyfriend—no, my eight-year life partner—and turned him into her husband in the span of forty-eight hours.