Legal Substitute Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

Jane's expression was calm but she silently searched for a way to escape the conversation. Selene looked her up and down. Did this mean her outfit consisted of authentic goods? Her coat was from a new high-end brand called the QZL family. Every piece of QZL's clothing was unique, only one of it’s kind existed, which made every item incredibly exclusive, not to mention expensive. Selene had to practically bleed her wallet dry to obtain the clothes she was wearing. Jane's outfit had to be a fake. Selene had heard that Ethan had lost his income; so he couldn't possibly have the means to spoil her so extravagantly.

"A contract? You’re selling me off? Why not Laurence? He’s the 'golden son' you’re always bragging about." My father finally looked up, his gaze icy. "This marriage was originally meant for Laurence. But Laurence is stuck in London. The Montefalcos won't wait. So, you are going to be his substitute. You will marry the girl and play the part for one year until your brother is ready to take over." My jaw tightened. A substitute? I was being used as a placeholder for my own brother. The insult stung more than the marriage itself. "And who is the lucky girl?" I asked, my voice dripping with venom. "Is it Aria? That mousy girl who followed me around like a lost puppy in freshman year?"

"He's awake, Ma'am." The Surrogate stood in the corner. He was a mountain of meat and scarred tissue, his jaw missing the bottom half, replaced by a silver plate. No tongue. Just a wet, rhythmic huffing sound as he breathed. He held a leather roll of tools. Scalpels. Pliers. Things that didn't have names. "Good." Elinor’s voice came from the shadows behind me. "Bring her in."

The family tree buried beneath a floorboard, Kenna’s name circled again and again in ink pressed hard enough to nearly tear through the paper. Too many pieces of her story to still call accidental. I turned back to one section in particular, the wording old enough that I needed the archivist’s help interpreting it fully. “This clause,” I said, tracing the damaged passage. “Read it with me.” We worked through it together, piecing apart language that had clearly been written to obscure as much as it explained. Slowly, the meaning surfaced. A specific provision concerning legal eligibility for a replacement bride. Conditions that matched Kenna far more precisely than any coincidence should allo

Calista never wanted to steal her sister’s place. She was an omega whose wolf awakened only after she risked her life to save Alpha Axton from a burning building. She thought that moment would finally make him see her. Instead, her family gave Eira the credit. When Axton announced that the woman who saved his life would become his Luna, Calista was forced to remain silent. In exchange, her father promised to give her the inheritance her late mother left behind. She thought losing Axton was a sacrifice she could live with. Until Eira disappeared the night before the mating ceremony. Suddenly, Calista becomes the prime suspect. With no sister to stand beside him, Axton for

Natalie carefully put the document in the middle of the desk, making sure it lined up perfectly with the one in the safe. Joshua glanced upward, his forehead creased in confusion. He spotted two documents that looked the same, except for their dates. "What's this?" he asked. "It's the letter of authorization," Natalie answered, her tone soft and reassuring. She was certain Natasha's document was fake because she possessed the real letter of authorization. Natalie believed the forged letter aligned perfectly with Natasha's status as a replacement. The fake one was all Natasha deserved. Joshua carefully examined the authorization letter on the table and noticed very little difference between t

"Mm." "About the word substitute." She looked at the window. The light. The way the city looked from here, at this hour, the specific quality of a Sunday morning seen from this height. "I spent a long time thinking of myself that way. Not just here. Before all of this. The substitute daughter. The one who was there when the one who mattered wasn't." He was quiet. The listening kind of quiet.

My wrist throbbed where he'd grabbed it. Then I pushed open my bedroom door. The file folder was sitting in the middle of my bed. Thick. Professional. The kind of thing lawyers carried in expensive briefcases. I approached it slowly. My pulse quickened with each step. The label on the front was printed in neat letters: "Marriage Contract: Laurent-Cross Alliance." My hands shook as I lifted the cover. Pages and pages of legal text. Dense paragraphs full of words like "merger" "assets" and "binding agreement." I flipped through them until I reached the section with photos.

" That seems to be the case Madam , the strategy are very much alike with that ghost lawyer." " Okay find out who help Alina to evade that lawsuit. We might be able to swayed him to our side . We can use that kind of talent in our side." Albert Johnson had retired a long time ago. Leon her father had tried to hire the ghost lawyer to their side but he just fade and nobody knows of his whereabouts or his identity. Meanwhile Ralph in his last bid to freedom contact Amber's lawyer .but too late Amber is not anymore interested with what he wanted to say, to his regret.