روايات وقصص ضمن I Married As The Replacement Bride

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?”

" Stop it! Stop it!! Just fucking stop it!!! Why her? Why her of all people?! Why would you choose her as my bride-to-be of all people?! Have you forgotten what that girl did to me?." "You shouldn't focus on what she's done to you, that's all in the past and I'm sure, she would have also regretted her actions by now. I see no harm in marrying that girl rather, you will benefit most from it." He said in a serious tone. " When I told Mr. Song about you, the first question he asked was... If you're married. I told him, you haven't yet but, you've gotten a fiance and you're not ready to make it public yet due to some personal reason. We all know, how important it's for you to get married, once t

She was already imagining what Dylan will do to her when he finds out the truth, what will happen to her when he finds out he was married to her, the ugly one and not her beautiful sister. Dylan frowned deeply, his bride was taking so much time to answer and it was getting on his nerves, he was a man with little patience. The priest cleared his throat loudly, then he repeated his question. "Do you, Jenner Harper, take Dylan Blackwood to be your husband?" Dylan nudged her arm, bringing her back to reality. "I i do." Amelia stuttered. A small smile appeared on Dylan's lips. "Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Jenner Harper to be your wife?."

echoed through the gilded hall. The church door opened slowly and ceremoniously. The spotlight pooled on the bride's silhouette. It illuminated Maddison and me. I gritted my teeth as the pain in my chest grew. I could hear the crowd whisper. "Wait, what's going on? Isn't the bride supposed to be Taylor Jones? Why is Maddison the one in it?" "Did they confuse who the bride should be?" "The bride's become the bridesmaid! Is this a prank?!" I forced myself to weather the humiliation and led Maddison to the stage.

What's up with me? Until I gasped for breath, I was running out of words to say to him. "All you have to do is sign here so we can be married, I won't take you away from your girlfriend! If you want we can do some arrangements for this contract wedding like I'll pay for our annulment. I'll take all the responsibilities in case Kim will find out about this fake wedding. I'll do all the talk." "It's still a no," Travis said without any emotion. To be honest I am running out of hope.

Only a profound, chilling indifference. "You wanted a bride, Shen," Julian said, standing up. The light in the room seemed to bend toward him. "But you weren't strong enough to hold the Sun. Security will escort you out. You are barred from Sterling property, and your name has been erased from the Ashford registry." As the security team led the sobbing Lu family out, Julian felt the heavy weight of the "Substitute Bride" mantle finally fall away. Victor reached out, taking Julian’s hand and kissing his knuckles in front of the remaining board members. "Well played, my Emperor."

“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.”

Same face but now that they placed us together properly, the differences became obvious if people looked hard enough. Vivian smiled bigger. Meanwhile, I looked ten times more uncomfortable standing beside Julian at the altar. The headline underneath made me feel ill. “WHO EXACTLY DID JULIAN CROSS MARRY?” Shit. “Oh my God.” Another article already called me “the mystery bride.” A third one questioned whether Julian married the wrong Lawson sister intentionally. Comments flooded underneath every post and some people thought it was plastic surgery. Others thought Julian was having an affair with twins. One comment simply said:

"What about your wedding? Was that thing about the bride being replaced actually serious? Please tell me you're joking." I stared at the brightening sky through the window. "I wasn't joking. I replaced her myself." Yvette froze. I handed her my phone. The screen showed the confirmation image that the wedding planning company had sent in the middle of the night. The groom was Julian, and the bride was Madison. Yvette stared at it for several seconds before swearing under her breath. "Does he know?" I shook my head. "Not yet. There's no reason for him to know." Just then, the hospital room door opened.