I Married As The Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

The butler who had arrived with the groom's party started pacing frantically when he realized that the bride had been swapped. "This is madness! Ms. Mayer, you've been engaged to Mr. Reeve for over a decade. Are you just going to stand by and watch him marry a widow who guts fish for a living?" I looked toward Tracie Mayer, my so-called fiancee, who was clinging to Everett Huffman's arm. The two of them wore matching couple outfits as they stood among the wedding party.

Despite his struggles, Midas still had time to study, and he was a very bright student, which was one of the reasons I loved him fiercely. 'Do this for us, Crystal, please. Do it for them too. Save the face of our helper,'Grandmaa had pleaded, and I had no option but to go ahead with the marriage. The fact that his bride was switched did not sit well with Eric and his family. He was not told until the morning of the marriage that his bride had disappeared into thin air and he was getting the younger sister in exchange. During the joining, Eric had frowned unhappily throughout the solemnization. Eric and his family had only gone ahead with the marriage because they were scared of being ridicu

“I do. It is no different to a business deal. We come to an agreement and everybody sticks to their side of the deal. And of course, there are clauses. Which includes you. Just in case something goes wrong. He was talking nonsense. “So I’m just a replacement to you?” “Wasn’t that an already established fact?” He shook his head. “I had no idea you existed before a couple of days ago. So if you really want me to tell you word for word, yes then. You’re just your sister’s replacement and as I did not have any interest in your sister, I see no reason things should be any different with you.” “Marriage is a contract and we just need it to get it signed and then go on with our respective lives. It

“Unless…” Unless? Unless what, Mirabelle?! The look in her eyes softens as she takes me in with a warm smile, Then she gets out of the armchair she was seated in and walks towards me, pulling me out of my seat. “Unless we find a replacement.” It took me a few seconds to register what she had just said. A replacement bride. ME?? Horrified, I look towards her, “Excuse me? A replacement?” I ask, my voice a high pitched wobble then I look about the room.

The date is the day of my wedding. "Your sister was quite visible on social media," Isabelle says, "while you were walking down the aisle." Nobody says anything. There is nothing to say. She knows. She sits down in the armchair by the window without being invited, crossing her legs with the ease of someone who has always assumed furniture was provided for her use. Dominic stays standing. So do I. Victor moves to the side of the room, quiet and watchful. "I could go to the press," she says. "Marriage fraud is quite the story. The Laurent heir, the missing bride, the sister who stepped in. It writes itself, really."

I wondered if he had returned to the casino and found someone to spend the night with, just like we had. I never imagined that stepping into the role of a replacement bride would lead to such turmoil. I was baffled about what I might have done to upset him. Why did he choose to marry Kendra? Was it for love? How could he possibly love her without having met her? Or had he already seen through my disguise as his bride?

for her own secret marriage in the past. She had been completely stunned. Later, she learned from Alinta just how eventful that month back home had been. The youngest Lowell son, Ronan's brother, Theodore, had suddenly announced he wanted to marry the legitimate Sorensen heiress, Nevaeh. He had even set the wedding date. Ronan had disagreed. Even more ridiculous, the Sorensens and Nevaeh had publicly refused, saying they only saw him as a little brother. Marisol didn't know how heartbroken Theodore was, but she knew that the lavish wedding ceremony wasn't canceled. Instead, both the bride and groom were replaced. It became Alinta and Ronan.

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."

Two weeks before my wedding to Wendy Sutton, she gets a marriage certificate with someone else. That day, a screenshot from an unfamiliar group chat suddenly pops up in our wedding-planning group. The group is named "No One Stays Young Forever". A photo of Wendy and her new husband, Shiloh Caddel, is posted. They are beaming as they hold up the marriage certificate they've just obtained. Her brother asks, "You made sure Morgan doesn't know, right? Don't let this affect the wedding plans." My best friend replies, "Don't worry, he's still waiting for Wendy to come back so she can try on her wedding makeup." Her best friend chimes in, "They're only registering the marriage to make up for a

Leila was a pretentious bitch; Blake was one tight-lipped stoic man—Sarah, proud and sensitive, never stood a chance. But I'm not made of the same soft material. If I'm happy, I can live with anything. If I'm not, I'll make sure everyone shares in my misery. Since the childhood engagement was real, and Blake's family had already called ahead, Blake had filed for marriage before I even arrived. So, a couple of days later, our wedding was thrown together with the help of the military wives, bustling around with loud enthusiasm. Blake's parents had passed away long ago, and my own family was too far off to attend. The guests were all comrades and wives from the base. Still, the atmosphere was l