I Married As The Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

“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.

Riley blinked, looking almost reluctant, but eventually went to change into the wedding dress. Derek gritted his teeth. "Megan, you want to fake a marriage to mess with me? Fine. Then don't blame me for marrying another woman." At three in the afternoon, Derek and Riley held a lavish wedding ceremony. To one-up Megan, he went all out—obnoxiously so. They kissed on stage, fed each other cake mouth-to-mouth. When Riley mentioned she liked champagne roses, he dropped a fortune to have them flown in.

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

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”

To him, she was a face in a contract, a name on a paper, a solution to a problem. The ceremony took four minutes. “Do you, Damien Wolfe, take Sophia Vale to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do.” “Do you, Sophia Vale, take Damien Wolfe to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Elena’s throat tightened. She said, “I do.” The pen felt heavy in her hand when she signed. _Elena Cross._ The clerk didn’t notice the discrepancy. The judge didn’t care. The signature on the marriage license was already printed as _Sophia Vale._ Her family had handled that part weeks ago.

"The Enfield's family is having some issues with their company and need your grandfather to help them with money, so they entered into an agreement with your father to get you married to their daughter” "I already know that, what I want to know is why my bride was changed the first time and why she was also asked to marry me again” Dalton opened his eyes and looked straight ahead "Eh? Boss, I do not understand what you are saying” Graham scratched his head. "You did not get any answer from your research then, go back and research who my wife really is and why she was replaced by her sister to become my fiancé and also the reason she was the one that got married to me today” Dalton closed his

"Look at the welcome board. And the screen. Her name is everywhere." Charles followed her gaze. On the massive LED screen, a single line looped: "Wishing the groom Charles Hart and the bride Ivy Sterling a happy wedding." The three-meter-tall floral wall at the entrance bore the same names. He stood still. The media section exploded. Cameras flashed. Reporters pushed forward, microphones extended. "Mr. Hart, why was the bride changed from Serena Ashford to Ivy Sterling?" "Ms. Sterling has always been introduced as your 'little sister.' Was this wedding planned all along?" "Hart Group's stock is plummeting. Is this related to the bride swap?"