Proxy Bride Novels & Stories

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.

We've seen an increase in young ladies, all huddled up together and giggling over their phones, excited about something. "What's going on?" I ask Stephanie, watching a table filled with this group of young women, talking to themselves. "Oh, you don't know?" "Don't know what?" "There's a weird post breaking the internet lately. A billionaire had requested a mail-order bride." I raise my brow. "In this day and age?" "I know right?" Stephanie giggles. "Couldn't he just go to Tinder or something? Well, according to the post, interested participants should send in their applications."

“Or don’t. Either way, three weeks from now you’ll walk down that aisle and say yes. The only question is whether you do it willingly or whether I have to drag you there myself.” “You wouldn’t dare.” His laugh is cold. “I’ve done worse for less.” I pick up the folder, scan the contents. Legal language, terms and conditions like I’m a business transaction. In a way, I suppose I am. The bride price is listed: territory, trade routes, a percentage of Romano businesses. The Valentis get everything, and in exchange, they provide protection. Protection we wouldn’t need if they weren’t part of the threat. “There’s a clause,” I say, finding it buried in the middle. “About producing an heir within tw

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.

The thing that’s about to change my life. I take it with trembling hands. He starts going over the details again, just like last time. The contract outlines a one-year marriage, renewable unless either party files for divorce before the end of the term. One million upfront. Two million monthly, transferred on the last business day of each month. No sexual obligation, but public appearances are mandatory. A clause about discretion. A clause about his family. A clause about exclusivity. It’s all swimming in my head like alphabet soup. I’m not even reading it. I’m just trying to keep my tears from falling onto the damn paper.

“Gabby…what are you talking about?” “Our wedding, Kiki!” Gabby threw up her hands in exasperation. “I get that you want to help your friend and save her from the horrible life she has, but what about us? We came here because we wanted to get married in the same cathedral where your entire family has gotten married for generations!”