Novel & Cerita Paper Promise: The Substitute Bride

The kind of gesture that said everything about what this was and nothing at all about what it wasn’t. The guests applauded. I kept my face still. Damien straightened and looked at me again and for just a fraction of a second something moved behind those blue eyes that I couldn’t identify before it was gone completely. Then he offered me his arm. I took it. We walked back down the aisle together, two hundred people watching, music playing, flowers everywhere, and I was Mrs. Blackwood, I was actually Mrs. Blackwood, and I felt absolutely nothing like a bride. I felt like a substitute.

That's why Beatrice is packing their things with the maid in Nate's mansion. "Ma'am, I saw this on your bags." The head maid said and gave the envelope to Beatrice. She then got it and looked at what was inside. She saw the engagement ring that Quiver gave her and the divorce paper that Quiver filled out before he died. Beatrice smiles at the headmaid and walks towards the mini table to see and read the divorce paper. At this point, she could now read what was written in the form, unlike in the past, when she couldn't even look at it as she didn't want to sign the paper.

" Only focusing on Peter, the Reed family was indeed wronged. Because Peter married Sienna Lorraine in a flash, the Reed family also spent a lot of money. From the exorbitant dowry to some wedding expenses, the Reed family spent several times more than the Mercer family. And Sienna, after entering the door, still kept making money easily, treating others as a big fool. "Ah, I am also ready. Here, Mom, this is the gift I prepared for you." Peter, with a smell of alcohol, took out a red envelope with gold embroidery from his pocket. "No need, Peter. The thought is what matters most," Eleanor feigned refusal. "Here, Mom, it's a gift from Peter," Sienna hurriedly took the red envelope and placed

"You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and especially in my wedding dress." "I just wanted to make sure you weren't having any second thoughts," his fingers found her exposed arm, trailing gently. "You're going to become the Mafia Boss's wife after all." Well...if he was going to play this game. "Why? Is there anything I should be wary of?" He chuckled, the sound like deep rushing wine. "Maybe," his fingers stopped at my pulsing neck. "How good are you with guns?" I whipped my head to the side, gasping when I realized how close we were. His lips were near enough to reach out and kiss.

the judge said. Parker handed Lyra a simple platinum band. On screen, Ryker held up a matching ring. "These will be exchanged in person upon Mr. Blackwood's return to New York," Parker explained to the judge. "For now, we'll proceed with the documentation." The marriage certificate was placed before Lyra. Her mouth went dry as she stared at the blank line awaiting Jane McCormick's signature. This was the moment—the point of no return. Once she signed this document, she was committing a felony.

“You really should replace the cupcakes,” the asshole interjects. The bride glares at him. Surely this can’t be the groom. The girl looks too nice to be marrying such an ass. “Camden, stop,” she says low. The guy—Camden—doesn’t break eye contact with Pippa, the two of them locked in a heated stare.

Not Your Substitute “Lena…” Eleanor’s voice was barely above a whisper. Lena stared at her. For one second, she couldn’t move. Then she looked at the note in her hand. DON’T TRUST THE PERSON WHO KISSED YOU TONIGHT. Her eyes returned to Adrian. He was already watching Eleanor. “What are you doing here?” he asked. Eleanor stepped into the terrace. “I came because I knew this would happen.” “What would happen?” Lena asked.

She is his heartbeat, he can't imagine a second without him. She is blessed and happy about what happened a year before. He couldn't thank his star more for giving him, his love of life. It was her journey from a replaced bride to a desired wife. It was her journey to finding his soulmate. It was their journey, falling in love. .. The end. ... So...that was the epilogue. Can't believe I just posted the Epilogue of " His Replaced Bride". The whole journey seems like a dream, a very beautiful dream.

he ordered, his voice cutting through me like ice. "What... What ceremony?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper, fear coursing through me. The mere thought made my stomach churn with dread. Surely Nikolai Costello couldn't have meant it literally when he talked about trading a bride for a bride. It must be some twisted metaphor, a cruel play on words. This couldn't actually be happening, could it? The idea that serving them could somehow settle my father's debt seemed more plausible. Perhaps that's what Nikolai Costello meant by trading a bride for a bride—a metaphorical exchange of loyalty and service. That had to be it.

I asked numbly. I could feel how Lorenzo immediately went stiff before he released me. When he answered, his tone was probing and filled with hesitation. "She… wants to have a wedding. She wants the future heir to know that his parents were once in love, that they had received everyone's blessings. This is all so he can be born legitimately." Here, he paused briefly to look at me. "Susanna, this wedding is fake, just a formality. It's just a show put on for the family and the heir. Don't overthink it, okay?"