Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

This was so unlike him and Nora trembled like leaves on a windy day. He looked at her on the floor. Something shifted in his expression like a decision being made behind those ruined eyes. Final and immovable. "You're not going home," he said. Nora looked up at him. "What?" "Lena is gone." He said it flatly, as though reporting the weather. "The wedding is in four days. Everything is arranged. The families are expecting it. The contracts are signed." He set the bottle down. "You look exactly like her. Anyone who doesn't know you well enough would never know the difference."

she whispered. And she began... “Once upon a time… there was a girl in a small village.” Her voice was soft, almost distant. “She believed she would marry the prince one day… but the prince never saw her as anything.” Her fingers gently brushed Esme’s hair. “One day… he ordered her death.” Elona gasped quietly. “But she survived,” Ivory continued. “Someone saved her.” Her voice lowered. “She ran away… built her life again… and one day…” A faint smile touched her lips.

“Whatever they told you about me, whatever you’re expecting when we walk out of here together, I need you to understand something first.” I stood too, my legs unsteady beneath me. “What.” He looked at me a long moment, something old and heavy moving behind his eyes. “This isn’t about the Hart family,” he said again, quieter this time, almost to himself. “It never was.” Before I could push past the wall he’d built around it, the door opened one final time, and Oliver’s voice called us back into the world waiting outside it. I walked beside my future husband down that long hallway, my hand not yet in his, my heart hammering with a question I already knew he wouldn’t answer.

“That’ll be Nigel, of course.” Bang on cue, Nigel Ramirez stuck his perfectly-coiffed head in. “I’m missing three bridesmaids, a matron of honor and a flipping bride! Are you all trying to give me a heart attack?” “Sorry,” Olivia murmured with a penitent expression on her face. “Just talking.” “Plenty of time to talk after you marry the scary, tattooed ex-sniper!” Nigel snapped. “Let’s go!”

He smiled and said, “Go ahead, I’m listening.” Seraphina Arden started, “Yesterday, my cousin Lucas came to me and said that his marriage with Olivia is a transaction. Olivia has a girlfriend overseas, and she needs a man to help her go through with the wedding ceremony so she can claim her dowry from the chairman. That’s why Olivia set up…” Leon Everhart sat up straight, placed his hands on the desk, and looked at Seraphina Arden. His voice turned cold: “Continue.”

Everyone looked happy and couldn't wait to witness this sacred moment. White flowers and green leaves adorned a beautiful altar in the centre of the garden. This was the place where Holand and Olivia would tie the knot. They've set up a small stage next to the altar for wedding music. While everyone was busy and happy, Olivia was pensive in the room, staring out the window at the beautiful garden where she would be married to a stranger she didn't recognise at all. Olivia met Holand one week before the wedding. He was older, though still younger than her grandfather, Simon. She couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes. This was not the wedding she wanted. She couldn't have this wedding, and unf

One could say that his face was a masterpiece carved by God, capable of driving any woman insane. As he gazed at the delicate wine glass in his hand, his movements were graceful and noble, akin to that of an emperor. "No need to be nervous!" Isaac hastily waved his hand, after all, he was Oliver's brother-in-law. Oliver lit a cigar and caught a glimpse of the screen out of the corner of his eye. The bride was facing the priest, her figure slim and alluring, radiating an indescribable beauty while wearing the floral wedding gown designed by Master Milan. Her tall and well-proportioned physique, slender and fair arms exposed in the air, and her perfectly elongated neck all left a lasting impre

"Oh my goodness, I'm too late...where is she? The bride must be appearing next." As the maid of honor, Olivia is the last to march down the aisle before the bride. She opens the door, and simultaneously, the door across the hall opens. The young man escorting her came from the room across the hall where all the groomsmen were held. Finally, Olivia appears as her eyes stretched! She could not believe who she was seeing. It was her ex-boyfriend, Marvin Peck! He was standing there looking tall and strappingly handsome with a smile plastered on his face. Olivia couldn't move. This was the surprise everyone had been talking about. Marvin takes the initiative. To walk up to her.

Orella said to Olivia. "I hope you can realize how much luck you have after marrying Dante Laurenzo Ludovic," Olivia continued. Orella paused for a moment to consider Olivia's words. However, that was interrupted when a woman entered and said that the wedding would start soon. "Orella, let's walk together," Olivia pleaded. "Alright. I'll take my sister to meet her future husband," Orella replied. "Don't forget me either," Silvia continued. The three of them laughed. Orella straightened Olivia's wedding dress, and they walked to the wedding party in the front garden.

"I knew that we were looking for a dress for the last few days, and you were unhappy with any of the dresses, and I knew you had your heart set on this one, so I flew it in from Italy. It is my wedding present to you, Mia, and I want you to be the most beautiful bride on the special day. I am so happy that I could find it. Luckily, they didn't take me too long. Now all we have to do is find the cake that you want. I am sure that this is going to be a mission in itself. You are very fuzzy when it comes to things that you want. But I like that you are like that because I know now that my brother is the best man for you. I cannot wait for your wedding day, and I cannot wait to see my brother se