Proxy Bride Novels & Stories

Something in that must've landed, because Alan gave a small nod and motioned for me to continue. I turned to Titus. "Have breakfast sent up. And call your sister-in-law." "Sister-in-law?" Titus frowned. "What are you talking about?" "The deceased's partner," I said evenly. "Let me be clear. Surrogacy isn't legal here. I only perform this kind of ritual for the lawful partner." Titus hesitated. "But… My brother never got married…" "A fiancée works. What I won't do is bring in some random surrogate. I play by the rules."

“There's this couple who need a surrogate mother.” “What?” — the retort sprang out of my lips as I crinkled my face at the word. “Hey, before you say anything, let me finish, alright?” she said, trying to get me not to create a scene. “Look, I know what you've been going through, Brianna. However, I'm just trying to help here. The wife is scared of childbirth and all. So, all you need to do is get pregnant for him and get your money; the pay is beyond your imagination.”

There was nothing to do but call off the wedding. After listening intently to our concerns about the absence of Luthias, Lord Basha suggested we have a proxy groom stand in. I’d never heard of such a thing, but then my experience with weddings was nil. Gwendoline had heard of such things over the years, but they weren’t a common enough occurrence for her to be well informed on how they worked. Lord Basha assured me it was perfectly acceptable and done quite often in the case of royal weddings, since the bride and groom generally came from different kingdoms that were often far apart. The task at hand was to find a suitable proxy for the groom in less than thirty minutes.

I patted her hair slowly behind her, placing my head on her shoulders. “There are other methods, you know… a surrogate perhaps? After all, men in Bratvas are often doing things like that. A contract bride could be gotten for a year too… Isa, they love you and would do anything for you. All you need to do is trust them,” I explained.

he aired, waiting for my reaction. I gave none. “And even beyond the grave he still found great pleasure in tormenting us. This heiress Valentina is a married woman already, Luca,” he stated. I gave him a confused look. “I… I... don't understand. How can...” “She’s married to you …. By proxy,” he finally revealed. What? What kind of game is this? “I don't understand. What the hell does that mean?” “It means what I want is simple: find her and bring her to me. My smart father made you her proxy husband, and whoever gets her to sign those papers wins.” he smiled.

I said to my brother, and he frowned at me. "Just like that? There has to be a catch." He said. "No, there isn't. He proposed that I be his wife for a year in return because apparently, he cannot pay our debt if we are not related to him. It is an underground law. Don Marcelo used it as an opportunity to extort him. He charged him four million Leer for our freedom and my hand, claiming the extra is bride price because I am his property." I said, and everyone exclaimed. I looked at my father to give him sound advice.

He hands me a paper, and I collected it and looked at it. What’s this? I ask myself as I squint my eyes. “SURROGATE WIFE FOR MR. SEBASTIAN BLACK AGREEMENT CONTRACT.” I read the words on the paper and I looked up at Mr. Black who was also staring at me intently. “What’s this?” I ask, frustrated. I just got married to an old man in replace of my real husband. And now, I’m supposed to be a surrogate wife to my own husband? Can this day actually get any better?

Their relationship was no longer a rumor—it was a fact. "What are you waiting for?" Commander Brack barked, his voice like a gunshot. "Get her to the clinic—now!" Teeth clenched, Vince scooped Leila into his arms and ran. Later, we heard the baby hadn't survived. Leila caused an uproar at the clinic. Originally, Vince had been on the verge of disciplinary action for his misconduct. But as it turned out, he and his wife from back home had never officially registered their marriage. Somehow, he slipped through a loophole, and the two of them—he and Leila—became the most mismatched married couple on the island, with the largest age gap.

“This wedding is a business arrangement. That’s it. You are not my partner. You are not my girlfriend. Don’t touch me again unless the cameras are on.” Emily flinched, and her hand dropped. “I-I understand.” “Good.” I walked away, leaving her standing alone. Later that week... I met with Mr. Rajit at a Hotel downtown in the city. He was one of our biggest international investors, and lately there'd been rumors he was thinking about pulling out. We sat in the hotel café, sipping coffee and talking numbers. I showed him new projections and answered every question. “I like stability, Bennett,” Rajit said. “And you? You’re a stable man.”

Which meant it was definitely a trap. "This is well thought out," I said carefully. "What do you get out of it?" "Of course it is." He leaned forward slightly. "And frankly, Isabella, it makes our marriage look more legitimate. We're not just a couple on paper. We're business partners actively collaborating." "Lucia?" I turned to her. "Thoughts?" She had been quiet, reviewing the presentation on her own tablet. "The terms are fair. It's a legitimate proposal." "But?" I prompted.