Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Olivia starts, but her voice cracks. "Soon," Fernandez answers for her. "No need to wait when you've found the right one." I can't tell if he's tone is sarcastic or if he genuinely approves of the msrrisge. The rest of the evening passes in a blur of forced smiles and congratulations I don't deserve. Olivia plays her part perfectly—the radiant bride-to-be—but I can see the cost of the performance in the tension around her eyes, the way her hands shake slightly when she thinks no one is looking.

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

The hanging crystal chandelier mirrored the light that came from the moon outside, casting slivers of subtle colors around the bed. This almost felt romantic, but I knew better than to think like that. My childhood innocence and dreams had long been gone, taken away by the cruelty of my world. I knew there was something better somewhere. But I’d be too naive to think this marriage was going to give me that. After all, I was just a trade off for peace. I’m not even sure if I’m a worthy trade off. The lycans didn’t bargain for me. I was just the substitute bride.

I almost screamed as I hugged her tightly. "Thank you, thank you mother," I laughed. I slipped out of her grasp and searched for Ollie. When I found him, I dragged him to the alter and Luke happily shifted away. He is as happy as I am. I told the priest to say those stuffs he said before. "Oliver...do you take Princess Anne to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Oliver didn't waste any time to answer but he's reply rendered me shock, speechless, anger and sadness.

He had been so engrossing his situation that he hadn’t really asked about the wedding and had just told his brother to find out who the woman was… “Wait…you cake back so early from the wedding. What happened?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at his brother who looked from him to the woman laying behind, and then back to him. Lucas sighed again and shook his head. “I don’t know exactly, how to say what I am about to say, Oliver.” He looked even more stressed with each word. “But the woman on that bed, is the bride. Or should I say, was supposed to be the bride.”

Sapphire said, staring at the invitation card like it was some plague. “That's how I saw it,” Oliver said before taking her hand and dropping the card on it. “I am officially inviting you to our wedding,” he said and she laughed though it was strained. “What are you talking about, you are inviting a bride to her wedding? Is that the trend nowadays?” She asked with a shaky voice, she didn't want to believe what her mind was telling her, Oliver won't do that to her. “Whoever told you that you are the bride?” Oliver asked and her head started ringing, her eyes were moving from left to right, she squeezed the dress tightly with her hand while the other held the card limply.

she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “you’re just in time. I have something special for you.” Delilah tossed the envelope at Olive’s feet. Olive bent down, picked it up, and opened it. Inside was an invitation to Frank and Delilah’s wedding. Olive’s eyes scanned the words, and she felt a pang of anger and disbelief. “A wedding, huh?” Olive said, her voice calm but cutting. She looked up at Delilah with a cold smile. “Well, I’m not surprised. You’ve always been good at taking my leftovers.” The words hit Delilah like a slap, and her smirk disappeared. Her face flushed with anger, but before she could respond, Olive walked past her and into the courthouse.

Olivia turn on the soft bed and face the ceiling, half awake, she touch her eyes and realize that she is crying, she had a dream about the wedding and she does not want it to be true, she quietly turn on the bed and the tears glows down freely. Kin Hadrianus walking up the aisle as the crowd claps and then he stands and looks at the entrance waiting for his bride, the bride enters the room and everyone stands as the bride walks slowly to the aisle and she was not the bride. She is watching everything from the crowd where she is seated and she felt the sadness in the dream was real.

The couple turned around to wave at the people present as they thanked them for witnessing their marriage. Olive’s eyes scanned through everywhere and she was pleased to know that the Andersons were present. Mr Brown and his wife stood at the back as they watched in hate. Seeing how annoyed they looked, Olive grinned even more widely. They were pained because the bride was supposed to be their daughter, Luca.

Someone muttered, "She married a stranger?" Olivia barely felt her feet beneath her as the ceremony ended. Her mind was a blur of disbelief, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The stranger, her new husband, offered his arm. "Shall we?" She hesitated, staring at him. "Who are you?" she whispered. He smiled slightly. "Sebastian. Sebastian Hart." Her breath caught. "Hart?" He nodded once. "Yes. My family owns this company." Olivia blinked, stunned. "You're Joel Hart's brother?"