Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

"Hmm, that sounds interesting but honey, all the guests are going to witness his wedding with Priscilla." Carol rolled her eyes, "who cares about the guests mom? All they know is that they would witness a wedding and then have their refreshment. We should only inform the priest, he has to know that the two people he wanted to join doesn't even love each other. Olivia name should be given to him as the rightful bride, that's all that matters." "How did you get this idea?" Olivia asked shocked and scared. "I have seen it a lot in the movies, I can't wait to witness it live."

The blond and brown-haired men joined us. “Bodey, chill,” the blond said. His hair was longer than Bodey’s, with waves that fell into his eyes. He had a similar build, just a bit smaller and shorter, but his cobalt eyes were jarring. “She’s been through a horrible experience at the hands of her own pack members, so back off, douche canoe, and don’t freak her out more.” He winked at me. “I’m Jack, by the way. And you are?” My face warmed. “Callie.”

“To work. I do not want servants there who have been disloyal in the past and sold stories to journalists about myself and my fiancé there and I consider you and Mrs Thornfield and Mrs Clarke to meet that standard.” “Well I shall have to check with Baron Fairfax about that.” “You do that if you wish. The details will be posted shortly about what days I will need you, but the wedding day is in several months time. You will probably be in the stables, and your wife in the kitchen. Good day.” With a terse nod Oliver strode out without waiting to be shown by Craig. He was enjoying treating people with contempt. It masked his own self-loathing and fears that everything was a charade. He and Octav

Oliver didn't show up on time, the magistrate was already getting irritated because he had somewhere else to be. Oliver showed up late with a scowl in his face. He didn't even look at her twice though that was the first time she even saw him. He hastily signed the papers. The magistrate pronounced them man and wife and Oliver stormed out. The two fathers shook hands as if they had just concluded a business deal, the magistrate gathered his things. No one bothered to look at the new bride. Till date, no one has bothered about her.

“You've changed—everything about you.” Stacy held Camilla's shoulders—a gesture that was supposed to be warm. It used to be back then. But not now. Not when Camilla is surviving by impersonating her sister. “Oh, look at you,” Stacy stepped back again, assessing Camilla more closely this time. “Your dress—you would prefer to die than to wear anything that doesn't match your goth art—but now…you look fabulous. Heard you married Arthur Bellingham—” “Yes, and mind you, I don't know what you're talking about,” Camilla frowned, her tone dismissive.

“Tiana Larrinson?” Hearing my name, I instinctively looked up. Shawn Chandler stood over me, frowning. Beside him was Jessica Jordan, glittering with jewels in a custom designer gown. “So, it is really you.” He let out a sneer as his gaze swept across my plain clothes and the old garments in my hands. “You refused to wear the bridesmaid’s dress back then, and now, you’ve fallen so low that you’re rummaging through other people’s old clothes?”

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

Olivia watched from her grand seat, hands clasped in false composure, as Jo dodged the spear meant for her heart. A ripple of gasps tore through the ball, but Olivia didn’t flinch. No. This was only the beginning. Her painted smile tightened when she heard it, her husband’s voice, low and unmistakable: "Mate." Olivia’s heart slammed against her ribs. Confirmed. Jo was the one. The cursed bride from the forbidden prophecy. Her blood boiled, thick with rage.

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?."

Picking up my phone, I saw several missed calls from my best friend, Ava Kingsley. I haven't even informed Ava yet that I went in replacement of my sister as the bride. Ava would freak out, and I did not know if I should tell her or just lie to her that I traveled out. But I knew that my bakery would suffer the loss, as it needed my magic and how I love to bake to win more clients, as they could not resist my delicious meals. I decided to contact Clara first, as the meals had already been served, and I was quite nervous, coming to the second floor to contact Clara.