I Married As The Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

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

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.

"You can only go to the underworld to see her." Mom's smirk froze as Dad's expression turned grim. I floated behind Alex as I looked at his straight back, my heart aching. Mom's shock quickly faded as she commented disdainfully, "Ridiculous! To avoid going home for an arranged marriage and to get money from me, she even lied about her own death. She's really got some nerve!" Seeing how confident they were that I was lying, I only found it ridiculous. At the same time, it seemed only natural that they could not believe it. They only remembered me at this point in time to make me marry in Kelly's place.

Edwardo sat in his living room with Mr. & Mrs. Marcus who has come to see him regarding his marriage with their older daughter Jane. He cheerfully sat with them in his living room and asked one of his domestic staff to get them some refreshments. Mr. Marcus cleared his throat and Edwardo looked at him eagerly waiting to hear what he would say and if there were any new arrangements to be made regarding the wedding coming up the next week. "Mr. Edwardo," He called and he looked at him.

“That part isn’t a problem. But because the procedure involves intimate physical contact, if I perform it in Miss Dean’s place, it counts as standing in as the bride. “A legal marital agreement would have to be signed, recognizing me as Blake Hall’s posthumous wife. So…” Sean cut me off sharply. “Drop the creepy supernatural nonsense. Just tell us how much you want.” Seeing that Sean looked ready to flip the table at any moment, Crystal hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and gave me an apologetic smile. “Please don’t mind him. Just charge whatever you normally would.” “Ten million for a substitute bride. To be paid by the bride’s family.”

We went into the hotel for the wedding reception. --- The wedding reception was lit and more crowded than I expected. Media crews recorded, and many top celebrities attended, congratulating Jace and me. They obviously thought I was my famous sister, and I had to pretend to be her. I wondered how Clara was faring abroad. How does Clara feel, seeing me take her place as the bride? It wasn't like I snatched Jace. Clara put me in a tight situation to marry her fiancé. The MC invited Jace and me on stage to cut the huge white cake with almost eight layers. I smiled, knowing I had baked this lovely white cake for my sister's wedding.

He closed his eyes briefly. “Send her in.” Isabella entered like she owned the room. “Alex.” He didn’t rise. “What do you want?” She smiled faintly. “Straight to business. You haven’t changed.” “You left,” he said flatly. “That’s what changed.” Her eyes flickered. “I came back.” “Yes. Convenient timing.” She leaned against his desk. “I heard about your marriage.” He said nothing. Isabella tilted her head. “A contract bride. Really? That’s what you replaced me with?”

"That's my sweet daughter. Now tell me all about this Elaina and Ivy switcheroo." I laughed and got in beside her, and we spent the entire afternoon talking about my fake marriage and how cruel Elaina and my stepmother actually were. I gave her one last hug before checking in with the nurses on my mother's progress. She was doing better than she ever was. She was no longer cut off from her medications. Relief washed over me, and I suppressed the smile forming on my lips as I made my way out. And that's when I saw him. Elliot.

I just can’t be married to someone like him. “We apologize for this, it was our mistake, we were wrong for switching the bride, but it needed to be done,” Father said politely, and I rolled my eyes mentally. I didn’t think he could be this calm. “We need the reason why the bride was switched, this wasn’t the girl I had agreed for my son,” I knew it, definitely the Mother. “Karisa ran away before the wedding,” Father said humbly. Never seen him this humble in my life.

“I thought control would keep everything from falling apart. It didn’t.” Lena looked down. “You’ve changed.” “So have you.” “How?” “You stopped asking permission.” A small smile touched her lips. “Maybe that’s because I got tired of being treated like a substitute.” Adrian’s expression softened. “You were never a substitute to me.” She looked at him. “You didn’t exactly make that clear.” “I know.” He stepped closer. “When I first saw you at the altar, I was angry because I thought someone had deliberately deceived me.” “You thought I was part of it.”