Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Today it's something different - notes of vanilla mixed with the usual scent of old books and coffee. "He always does that," her fingers absently adjust my tie. "Tries to destabilize before the main move." I try to ignore how her casual touch sends electric currents through my skin. How each small adjustment seems to leave an invisible mark. "The judge has arrived," Oliver announces, entering the room. He stops, observing Giulia. "You look..." "Presentable enough for a pretend bride?" she completes, but there's something in her smile that doesn't seem fake. "Actually," Oliver smiles, "I was going to say my brother is a lucky man, even if this is just business."

I was not sure I had heard him right. With an angry look in his eyes, he thundered, his fist slamming on the table. "You're getting married to the Prince." He repeated and I gasped. "I'm not supposed to get married to the Prince." I clapped back, with a confused look on my face. "What? You're mateless. You're the perfect fit." He replied and I gasped. "What about Kira? She was betrothed to the Prince. Why me?" I asked. I could not believe I would be a substitute for my sister.

He nodded and got up, just then Marco came into the room, “The ceremony is ready ma’am. Mr Maldov wants you to have these.” She looked down at the bouquet of flowers in his hands—they were Black hollyhocks , surprisingly her favorite flowers. She wondered if her father told him about it, still it didn’t matter—he was the devil and she was about to marry him. ******* At Thirteen Olivia dreamed of her perfect wedding. At the back of a cottage, close to a creek in a small field of daisies. She dreamed of her wedding dress being as puffy as a hot air balloon with a crown of flowers adorned on her head, and her husband dressed as a handsome prince from her fairytale novel—that was all it was, a d

After hearing Rosy's story, Jeremy was still unwilling to let go as he said, "Charlotte is well-known for her lack of manners. If she marries Patrick, it will only bring shame to the Archer Family!" In the end, he added, "I will never agree to such absurd things!" Yes, it was indeed absurd. How come there would be a new bribe after the wedding ceremony? And if it was spread out, wouldn't it make the Cowell Family and the Archer Family become the laughing stock of City Y?

snapped, pushing off the wall. His protective instincts flared up, and for once, I didn’t mind his anger. Papa raised a hand to quiet him. "This isn’t up for discussion. The De Lucca family has been allied with the Parker family for generations. This marriage will secure our power, not just in America but throughout Europe." Marriage. The word hit me like a punch. My mouth went dry, but I forced myself to speak. "So, by marriage, you mean me." My voice was low but sharp, shaking with barely contained rage. Papa's gaze locked onto mine. "Yes. You will marry Riccardo De Lucca." The room felt like it was spinning, my vision blurring at the edges. I jumped up from the couch, the soft rustle

Amelia, on the other hand, not knowing how to approach any of the judges or sponsors, talked less of discussing with them and only nodded in reply to everything Jane said before walking away. After Jane's departure, Amelia collected a glass of wine from one of the waitresses and started sipping it while admiring everything that was going on in the party hall. Suddenly, she heard her name from behind, and with that, she turned around only to see Mira, who had disappeared on her wedding day, and because of this, she was forced to replace her and get married to Edward, and right beside Mira was Andrew, who could have saved her that day, but instead, he decided to choose money over her.

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

The Wedding Day The cab pulled up to Elysian Grand Hall, the place already buzzing with flashing cameras and murmurs. I stepped out in a deep green dress that hugged my body just right, a silk scarf over my hair, and large sunglasses covering most of my face. Calm on the outside. Boiling inside. Two security guards stopped me at the entrance. “Invitation?” one asked. “I’m the bride’s sister,” I said, holding up an old photo of me, Emily, and Vivian at a gala. “Family.” They exchanged looks. One raised a brow, clearly not expecting that. The other studied the picture, then gave a nod, “Go ahead.”

She opened her arms and Olivia ran into them for an embrace. “You are truly an Angel. I'm happy you will not be far from me anymore. You are my brother's wife now.” The family was happy with the reunion, especially Arthur. Then, they began to do the selection of the wedding gowns and accessories. They were all looking out for the best for Olivia, while she was looking out for the best for her husband and his Best Man. Her chief bride's maid and little bride were her cousin and little niece, who would be coming a day to the wedding day with her parents. After three hours of selection and trials, they came up with the best.

Finally, she arrived, and everyone rose to their feet to honor the bride as Papà walked her down the aisle. “Oh my God.” Oliver murmured, unable to contain his tears—tears of joy—as he watched her approach in her beautiful wedding dress—a delicate lace overlaying a soft satin bodice, a sweetheart neckline, and a flowing A-line skirt that cascades gracefully to the floor. She was breathtaking! Oliver himself looked majestic in his classic navy blue suit paired with a crisp white dress shirt, a coordinating tie in a complementary colour, and polished brown leather shoes. The smile on my face never faded as I watched them say their vows and tie the knot. Her dreams, their dreams, finally came t