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

"This isn't what you think. I can explain everything. My sister needed help, so I agreed to sign a proxy marriage with Ethan. The arrangement was that I would stay with him until she finished school, also serving as his assistant. Please believe me." Liam's skeptical expression made it clear that he wasn't entirely convinced by my explanation. "A proxy marriage?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "That sounds a bit far-fetched, don't you think? And why would you agree to something like that, let alone stay with him in the meantime?" I swallowed, trying to keep my composure as I continued to explain. "I know it sounds crazy," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "But it's the truth.

"It's...complicated, Tiffany. Let's just say I'm in a situation, and I'm unsure about the other person's feelings." Tiffany's expression turned curious, and she gave her a 'I won't give up till you tell me' look. "Okay, fine," Camille whispered. "I'm in a contract marriage. It's not a real marriage, just a mutually beneficial arrangement." Tiffany's eyes widened. "Whoa, that's unexpected! Who's the lucky guy?" Camille's cheeks flushed. " We met coincidentally, and...it's complicated." Tiffany leaned in closer. "Complicated how? Is he gorgeous? Rich? What's the deal?"

Brian Pradipta's life was perfect. Many men were jealous of his life. At the age of 35, he was already a very successful CEO. He lives happily with the woman he loves, Azzura Wijaya. Azzura Wijaya was the daughter of Antony Wijaya, the biggest investor in his company. The reason they got married was not that, but because they loved each other.

He was wrong. I opened a private browser window. My fingers were steady. This wasn't an act of desperation; it was an act of precision. If I was going to play the game of an open marriage, I was going to hire a professional. I didn't want a messy affair with a friend or a fleeting spark with a stranger at a bar. I wanted someone I could control. Someone who was paid to be exactly what Adrian wasn’t. I bypassed the standard sites. I knew where the elite went when they wanted to buy a secret. I navigated to a secure, invitation-only portal for high-end "companionship." The membership f*e alone was more than most people made in a year.

" He ask angrily when Xander and I remain quiet. Xander and I exchange a smirk and then he answers. "We figured that we would let you stew a bit after getting us in trouble once more with your smart mouth" he says as he continuously types. Maximus starts stomping his foot in irritation waiting until Xander is ready to answer him. "All right, simmer down. The answer is simple really. If we have our own religion here where they consider us to be barbarians we would need a way to wed to get around their laws. So, a proxy marriage comes into play. As Magma pointed out she and Igneous have busy schedules and since they could have planned a wedding not knowing a fire would occur, they qualify for

“I’m not the one you need to worry about Greer. I’m just her cousin. You have to worry about her dad and three older brothers. You do have to get their permission.” “Well, shit.” Greer shook his head. Breed chuckled. “You know the stories I’ve told you. They will have a…” he paused and looked him in the eyes. “Well, let’s just say. You need to bring a dowry. It has to be a good one too. Then meet with her parents and brothers. Speak your peace as to why you are claiming her. Then…” he paused. Greer was glaring now. “Then what?” “A proving ceremony.”

She helped me up and dusted my knee, "I am just a widower, I have no money else I would have paid for you. Although, I can offer a solution. This solution is very risky and against my career but I will let you know it anyway." My ears raised in anticipation. "The only way you can get quick money is by being a Surrogate Mother," my eyes lit up in confusion. A scream almost left my mouth. I should carry someone else's baby? How!!! How am I supposed to do that? I shook my head. “No, I don't want to do that. I am sorry.” Dr Tonia wore a sad expression before she said, “I don't want to do this but I have no choice.” My eyebrow raised in suspicion, What is she trying to say?

"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."

Specifically, it was written, "I am unable to conceive due to my husband's car accident. I am looking for a healthy man to conceive with me. I will pay him a lot of money." Kimberly said calmly. There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, but fortunately he maintained his basic professional qualities, "What is requirements?" Kimberly sat back comfortably on the large office chair, pondered for a moment, and said, "Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.”