I Married As The Replacement Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

Maria curtly cut him off, turning her back to Charles and closing her eyes. Charles watched her for a moment, then fetched a blanket and draped it over her. Maria didn't open her eyes or say a word. She simply lay there, waiting until Charles had tucked her in before pulling the blanket closer. She was indeed feeling a bit upset, but then she reminded herself that Charles and Mia were the real couple. She was just a stand-in for the bride. Besides, the swap with Mia was bound to happen soon. Charles was just trying to cultivate his relationship with his future wife.

The hanging crystal chandelier mirrored the light that came from the moon outside, casting slivers of subtle colors around the bed. This almost felt romantic, but I knew better than to think like that. My childhood innocence and dreams had long been gone, taken away by the cruelty of my world. I knew there was something better somewhere. But I’d be too naive to think this marriage was going to give me that. After all, I was just a trade off for peace. I’m not even sure if I’m a worthy trade off. The lycans didn’t bargain for me. I was just the substitute bride.

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck them, my best friend is married and I had no idea, I wasn't even invited to the wedding, of course, I have every right to be mad!" She glared furiously at me and I chuckled. "It's not what you think, Ivy," "Then better start explaining before I freaking lose it," she urged, leaning closer. Once again, I chuckled and began explaining from the start to the end, not leaving a single detail out while she paid attentively to every word that slipped past my lips. "And I'm now Mrs. Rodriguez,"

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

Nobody warned me that a wedding could feel like a business meeting. There was no music when we walked in. Damien had decided against it. It was too performative he said, for something that was already a performance. So we walked down the aisle of a room that had been arranged for a hundred and twelve guests, with only seven people in attendance: his lawyer, two board members from the Zhao family, Marcus, Vivienne's mother who still hadn't fully processed what was happening, and a registrar who kept looking between us like he was trying to solve a puzzle.

Shirley asked from the other side of the door. “Give me a second,” I responded pulling myself to a sitting position. I needed to get over it, I had gotten married yesterday. It had to have been the worst wedding anyone would have ever attended. The bride had been changed, instead of the actual woman whom they had agreed on getting married to, the younger sister had been sent instead. The younger sister had been too eager to do her job as a princess and assist her fathers pack and had gone instead as the bride. Their masked alpha hadn’t even deemed the whole process necessary and had skipped out on the entire marriage leaving me to stand there like an unwanted woman only to come after the wed

With that, I go quiet, waiting for her to say a thing, then as she starts again, "I am not married to Mark." "Yes, that I know Isabella." "No, Clayton. I was never married to Mark." Counting back from three…two…one… one more deep breath again, "Who the fuck were you married to then?" "Brendan…I was always married to Brendan." "You. Were. Fucking. What?" As I try to find my voice again, there is nothing but anger that fills every part of my being. "Please explain this to me." "They thought that it would be funny to swop grooms at the wedding." She pauses for a brief while between short, stuttered breaths, "You see how much they look like each other."

He clenched his fists, maintaining a calm expression, but he was facing the worst-case scenario. He had been deceived. The real one—the woman who was supposed to be there—had vanished and handed him off to a substitute. And he? He was about to sign a marriage contract with a complete stranger in front of the entire society. But Andrews Westwood would never allow himself to be seen as a humiliated and fooled man. His face remained unreadable. No emotion showed as the bride came to stand beside him. The veil was lifted, revealing a face he had never seen up close before. The camera flashes began capturing every second—and in that moment, Andrews’ bride was presented to the world.

I stood on the stage alone in my wedding dress. I turned to the guests and gave a deep bow. "Thank you all for attending my wedding. Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute changes. "Bianca York will now take over Sandra Zimmer as the bride. I sincerely apologize, and please enjoy the night." The room fell completely silent. Gordon Abbott—the groom—stormed onto the stage and snatched the glass from my hand. "Sandra, what are you talking about? Today's our wedding. That was just a mistake!" His expression was unmistakably dark.

Soon, I was swaying, letting the rhythm guide me. --- Third Person’s Point of View Meanwhile, Mike was in another room with John. “What is it?” he asked. “The woman who acted as your bride earlier has been paid, sir,” John reported. Everything that happened tonight had been planned. She was hired to play the role of a gold digger in exchange for a large sum of money. The goal was simple: prevent the marriage from happening. To Mike, marriage had never mattered. He saw women as weak, unnecessary complications. His plan had always been clear—find someone to bear him a child, nothing more. But all of that shifted the moment this substitute bride entered his life.