Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

“Oh, I forgot to inform you, I came here in place of my husband, Alden.” The ladies' eyes widened at Olivia's words as they exchanged glances. Especially Layla, because there was no way Olivia would get married within three days after her divorce. “Olivia, did you hit–” Olivia did not allow Layla to finish before she opened the wine she ordered some minutes ago and began pouring it on Layla's head. Layla wanted to stand up and fight Olivia, but she couldn't do anything as the other people present were taking videos and pictures.

"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."

Just another thing my pack had taken away from me. I unfolded the white shirt, and delicious scents of cinnamon and sandalwood swirled around me, smelling just like Bodey. It was one of the best things I’d ever smelled, and the scent seemed vaguely familiar. I lifted the shirt to my nose and took a deep whiff as if I were some sort of perv. Lovely. “Jack, for the love of gods, keep your mouth shut,” Bodey grumbled, and someone’s shoes scuffed against the rocks.

“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

"Our family has promised to hand you over to the Forgers, and you will be Michael's bride! He and Anna are incompatible, she won't produce an heir for him! You will marry him, and save our family name from ruin and embarrassment!" "No! I didn't care if they're compatible or not! I will not marry Michael, and you two should be ashamed of yourselves for even making such a suggestion after hearing what he's done." Olivia retorted, rage and hate evident in her voice. She broke away from her father's grip and walked right back into my embrace, her eyes bright with determination and finality. "Damian is my mate! He's my husband, and I'll be with him whether he's cursed or not!”

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.

“When we came here…you made me promise to bring you back after we've wedded—and I've fulfilled my promise, yet you act like a different person in the same skin.” A different person in the same skin—the words resounded in her head. Chills swirled down her spine and she shivered. She blinked, inwardly fighting the urge to look away—cheeks burning, blushing pink. That was definitely who she was—a different person in the same skin was an understatement. She was a totally different person, an imposter. Was she ruining this before it even started? Their marriage was barely three days old. And, Pamela had already planned the dinner reservation before the wedding?

“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."