Proxy Bride Novels & Stories

My young mistress's betrothed was dying, and she ordered me to marry him in her place to turn his luck. People believed the joy of a wedding could drive out sickness and misfortune, and that a dying man might be pulled back from the grave by it. "The royal physicians all say Lord Blackwell won't live past seven days! Why should I marry him only to be buried at his side? "He's never even seen me. You can marry him instead. "You're nothing but a lowborn maid. Being allowed to marry the regent is the luck of a lifetime." Before I could react, the glowing words appeared before my eyes again. [Celeste is such an idiot. What does she mean, he won't live past seven days? Lord Blackwell has the

"I don't know, but a nurse at the hospital was telling me about this site called AmericanMate—" Vickie's eyes widened again. "A nurse told you about this," she said in disbelief. Ari nodded. "Yes, and I did some research and there are sites, out of the country, of course, where you can sell your virginity. But there are also international marriage brokers that arrange dates." Ari shrugged. "It's between the couple whether they get married or not." "Like a dating service?" Ari shrugged. "Nearly. But these sites cater to a high-end clientele."

Dawn Breaks Brightly Exhausted, Kimberly struggled to rise, propping a pillow under herself following online tutorials, aiming to increase her chances of pregnancy. Determined to achieve her goals, she had initially contemplated having a child to appease her grandfather but now considered it the best choice to have a child without marriage.

“You can’t just walk up to strangers and ask them to become baby factories.” She didn’t seem offended. “Just think about it,” she said calmly, pressing the card and the money into my hand. “G****e us. Then call me.” And just like that, she left. I immediately pulled out my phone. The agency had a sleek website. Legit articles. Surrogate testimonials. Nothing looked fake. I sat there staring at the card in my hand. Two hundred and fifty dollars a day. Slowly, I started doing what I always did best.

A cold, dangerous smirk crossed his lips. "A proxy wedding," Richard muttered, his jaw tightening. He released my wrist with a sudden shove, sliding out of the bed to tower over me. His massive silhouette blocked out the moonlight, throwing me into shadow. "My mother actually went through with it. She traded pack assets for a stray to play savior." I scrambled back onto my feet, my pride flaring through the terror. "I am not a stray! I was sold to your pack like a commodity because your mother was desperate! I didn't ask for this!"

I force a small smile and deny, "Oh, I'm just curious about it." As the lecture resumes, I redirect my focus, disregarding the suspicious glance Lily gives me. Yet, an ember of hope ignites within me. Surrogacy, the act of carrying a child for someone else in exchange for a substantial fee, appears to offer a potential solution to my problems. It could provide immediate financial relief, considering the sums mentioned in the advertisement. That evening, I return home and settle into my room. With a racing heart, I open my laptop and begin researching the surrogacy program I came across earlier. The website contains detailed information, which I absorb meticulously. It becomes evident that th

I questioned her. She looked at me with uncertainty, took a deep breath and answered, "We need you to be a fake bride”. I released my hand from her grip but she continued, "It's less than two weeks away from now, I promise we're going to annul it. The only thing we need is your presence as the bride". I chuckled forcefully, "I have a lot on my plate and I do not have time to on a charade". I tried to open the car door but she held on to me tightly and started pleading. I wasn't ready to be caught in between the rich folks but she kept on emphasizing how I'd fit the role perfectly because I have almost the same body frame as Daisy.

She tickled Elona, who giggled and continued clinging to Ivory. "Ah, I almost forgot." She exclaimed, turning her attention to the man who had been standing beside her. At first Ivory thought he was a business partner, but those sharp eyes were softly looking at Mother. "This is Gabriel, my fiancé." Ivory's eyes widened. "You were serious." She exclaimed. "Of course." Mother gazed at him tenderly. "You must be Ivory. I am Gabriel Riggs, your mother's fiancé." She froze. Riggs?

I do! The priest looked at the other couple and said to the bride, "Miss Huang Xin, do you want this man to be your husband and enter into an engagement with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and remain faithful to him forever until the end of your life, regardless of illness or health or any other reason? Huang Xin replied, "I do". She shouted countless "I do" in her heart, and was so excited that she wanted to shed tears.

Ming Xiang handed her the pre-prepared agreement:"Miss Zhong, take a close look at the contract and sign it. One million yuan will be transferred to your account first, and after you give birth to a child, we will deliver the other one million, and, for the health of the child and for the success of the conception, I have to declare in advance that this must be a nature conceiving." Nature conceiving? Looking at the contract, Christy raised her head and stared at Ming Xiang. She knew what these words meant. They meant that she was going to have a sexual relationship with a strange man!