I Married As The Replacement Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Unfortunately, Olwen couldn't do it. "Ladies and Gentlemen." The priest began, looking at everyone present: "We are gathered here to bless and witness the union of a couple. In this marriage before God." After he finished speaking, facing the groom, he asked. "Jack Ramos. Do you accept Olwen Kelly as your wife? Promise to remain faithful, in good times and in bad times, in sickness and in health, to love and respect her every day of your life. me?" "I agree." He quickly said yes with a hidden smile. Jack even pretended to look at Olwen with affection.

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.

“Mr. De Luca, the results are in. Miss Hale’s gynecological examination shows that she is still a virgin and meets all the standards. She’s clean.” The bodyguard respectfully informed the man on the other end of the phone at the entrance of the hospital’s examination room. Aria Hale lowered her head and stood in the crowded corridor, trying to ignore the strange gazes of passersby. She was weighed down by the burden of her sick mother and father’s gambling debts. Hence, she had resorted to using her body as a bargaining chip and agreed to get into bed with Xavier De Luca.

“Daddy?” Shawn’s grip loosened suddenly, and his face turned deathly pale. “Tiana, how dare you marry other guy with my child!” He stared at me, his gaze dark and menacing, as if trying to pin me in place. I rubbed my reddened wrist and looked at him calmly. “That’s right, I’m married. Tessa is his child. Shawn, you really think too highly of yourself.” “You think I’d believe you’re married just because you just found some random man to pretend to be your husband?” As if trying to convince himself, Shawn’s expression grew more certain.

Derek moved her straight into our newly renovated house—the one we hadn't even spent a night in together—and put her up in the master bedroom. Now it was basically "Riley's place." My phone buzzed with a message stating that the marriage license appointment was canceled. I also received another message: a text from someone else, with a screenshot of a new appointment confirmation. [Three days. County clerk's office. See you there.] I smiled. Genuinely this time. Me: [Yeah. See you there.] The ballroom lights went dark, and I walked out slowly into the blackness. They could keep the "unforgettable" wedding.

The replacement delivers the same performance Celeste would have—touching my father possessively, making intimate gestures, playing the perfect bride. And my father doesn't notice the difference or doesn't care. When the officiant asks if anyone objects, I stand as the garden goes silent. "I don't object to the marriage." My voice carries clearly. "But I object to the lie it represents." My father's face goes red. "Jolie" "This isn't Celeste Whitmore." I continue calmly. "This is a replacement. Another Academy graduate sent to take her place when she defected." Gasps ripple through the guests, the replacement's face stays perfectly blank—no shock, no fear, no emotion at all.

Just as I’m about to close my eyes, my phone lights up with a message. “Thank you for loving me with all my imperfections. Can’t wait to say ‘I do.’” I stare at the screen of my phone, as fresh tears spill down my face. The memory of Jake in bed with my sister flashes through my mind. The reality of it hits me hard—I’ve been replaced. I can’t go through with this marriage. Not with Jake. ******* The next day, everything is set for the wedding. I slip into a stunning white dress, straight out of a fairy tale, but as I stare at myself in the mirror, my heart feels heavy.

“You guys have to go to the hall right away, because the wedding has to be finished right now.” Maria held her breath perfectly then she nodded her head the smile widened as she was led to the wedding altar. At the end there was already a figure of a man standing wearing a black suit so handsome Maria's heart was beating so fast even her legs felt so sore, finally Maria would get married and finally she would have a husband that was what was in Maria's mind right now. And for Alvin himself that's why he was so shocked, he didn't expect at all that his replacement candidate would be so very beautiful. A figure of a bride who was so great that could never be imagined even until whenever of cou