Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

And, how about the thought of him with me? “No! Hell no! No way in hell!” “Then, what other choice do we have?” Mother finally spoke. I almost ignored her, pretending like she was never there like I always do because her presence was as useless as her opinions. “We found Isobel! Postpone the wedding until further notice! Do something except make me marry that man in her place!” I trembled, my lips quivering as I did. “Brielle darling,” Oh, how I hated those words of endearment! He used it on me only when he needed something.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

She glanced at him and asked, “You were not going to marry her?” Oliver’s eyes softened. He looked into Claire’s eyes and asked, “Did you see me involved in the preparations for this wedding? Look around, none of my associates or friends are here. Most of them are Jessica’s people. This was not a wedding but a trap… my family is here to support me as usual not that they are here to witness a union.” Jessica's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she screamed, “You lied to me? Oliver I’ve loved you all my life-”

She kept referring to my sister whenever she wanted to say something and that pissed me off. “I'm tasty, go get me and my friends chilled orange juice," I ordered her with a smug smile on my face. That fact that I could order her around made it possible for me to show her who the real madam of the house was. She scrambled away to fetch the orange juice while I and my friends continued to select the jewelry that caught our eyes. “This one will be good for you after the wedding party. You are really lucky to have such a rich husband. Could you link me with his friends at your wedding?Sarah, who had been quietly observing, mentioned.

I told her. She looked up. “Then what?” “To remind you what a substitute bride is,” I said, stepping into the cell. “Temporary. Replaceable.” She smiled slowly. “And yet… irreplaceable enough to drag into your madness.” I placed the ring in her palm. “When you put this on again,” I said, “you’ll kneel.” She met my gaze, unblinking. “And when I rise?” she asked. I leaned in. “You’ll rise… as mine. Or not at all.

Leonardo entered his friend's condo feeling frustrated and upset. His friend Domenico Russo greeted him with a warm smile, "Hey, Leonardo!" But Leonardo didn't respond. Domenico sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?" Leonardo huffed. "Father issue!" Domenico snorted. Leonardo scowled. Domenico inquired once more, "Tell me what happened this time." Leonardo, visibly frustrated, responded with clenched teeth, "He has replaced the bride and now expects me to wed that slut, Sofia Ricci, who is deemed worthless by the Riccis."

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.

"You may kiss the bride, but please wait to consummate the marriage until I'm gone. I don't think my heart or your father's can take it." I turned to my father, who was fighting his own battle against laughter. "You never do the expected, Olivia." I looked back up at Brack. "That's a good thing, isn't it?" "A better thing is for you to kiss your groom." He pulled me against him and gave me a kiss that had me coming to my toes. I heard my dad and uncle mutter something, but I didn't care what it was. The kiss ended with me breathless. "You're a grand slam, Olly Jacobs." I was and I knew it. END OF PART SIX

He narrows his eyes in confusion. "Doing what again, Olivia?" he asks, and the way my heart flutters at the mention of my name on his lips is almost embarrassing. I shouldn't be feeling this way. Trust me, I know. My feelings for Xavier had brought me nothing but pain, and now he was marrying my sister. Whatever hope I had left of him, realizing what I felt for him, was gone the instant he proposed to Kathrine.

The wedding day arrived like an execution. Elena stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the woman staring back was a stranger. Victoria's wedding dress was a masterpiece of Italian lace and silk, fitted so precisely it might have been sewn onto her body. The bodice hugged curves Elena didn't know she had, while the cathedral train pooled behind her like spilled cream. But it was her face that truly unsettled her.