Proxy Bride Novels & Stories

“Daddy?” Shawn’s grip loosened suddenly, and his face turned deathly pale. “Tiana, how dare you marry other guy with my child!” He stared at me, his gaze dark and menacing, as if trying to pin me in place. I rubbed my reddened wrist and looked at him calmly. “That’s right, I’m married. Tessa is his child. Shawn, you really think too highly of yourself.” “You think I’d believe you’re married just because you just found some random man to pretend to be your husband?” As if trying to convince himself, Shawn’s expression grew more certain.

I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to maintain a calm, professional expression. "Ms. Greenfield, do you have any other requests for the wedding?" Anna tilted her head, thought for a moment, then suddenly spoke up. "Oh, right. The entire floor has to be covered with imported cashmere carpets. My wedding dress is pure silk. My boyfriend bought it for me. It can't snag even a little. Money doesn't matter. My boyfriend has plenty of it." I almost laughed when I heard that. Victor. The poor student I had personally lifted up. The boy who once couldn't even scrape together five dollars, now a billionaire CEO. What took others twenty years to achieve, I helped him accomplish in just three.

Lucas thought his life was perfect. He had almost everything. Everything was complete, and he couldn't complain about his life. But that changed when his grandfather passed away. For the first time, he faced a problem that might ruin his life entirely. Willy, Lucas's friend, asked if he agreed with his idea. Lucas was at Willy's apartment, sitting on the balcony, enjoying the breathtaking view of the night. "What else can she do besides agreeing? She no longer needs to work as a prostitute, and I will give her a lot of money. She only needs to be my wife for a few months, and everything will be over." Lucas was desperate, thinking that there was only a dead-end for his problem. For the first

“Yep. I suppose your brother told you about our situation.” “Not exactly. What I really want to know is how you two met.” She sounds like a little school girl. “Oh, gosh. Do I give you the PG version that I’m saving for when Liam asks me that very same question one day, or the truth?” I ask. I feel like I can be myself with her, and I slowly let my defenses down. “Roughly six years ago I responded to a Craigslist ad looking for a surrogate. I was desperate for money at the time because my brother needed lifesaving surgery. There was one catch,” I say.

“A fake bride? What's that?” “A guy said he needed a date for his high school reunion. According to him, he was bullied for not having a girlfriend in high school. So when he was invited to the reunion, he wanted to slap their faces.” He paused for a while, giving me time to digest the information. “What does that have to do with my mom and I?” “Luckily for him, he came across a website where he was able to hire a girlfriend for the night. She met his taste of a high standard girlfriend, gave her a little pay and she stood in as his girlfriend that night.”

Anderson brows furrowed, he was even more confused. "Can you explain this to me in details?" Anderson asked. "Look, when I'm done creating a website for you, I'll place an advert on the internet and title it 'Bride for hire. Click this link to apply' And you don't have to worry, I won't put out your identity. Now, if anyone shows interest and click on the link, they get directed to your website that asks for their details. There, you get to see everything about them and anyone you find preferable, you pick," Jude said. "On contract basis, of course and the money-

"Not a chance. So, let’s talk terms. Be my pretend bride for a month. Just thirty days of public appearances, shared dinners, and looking like the most powerful couple in the Syndicate. In exchange, I give you everything. My satellites, my black-ops teams, and Viktor Volkov’s head on a silver platter." "And what do you get, Cyprian? Aside from a 'pretend bride'?" "Legitimacy in the East. The Prokofiev name opens doors that my British accent keeps shut. It’s a transaction, Evelina. Pure and simple." "Everything is a transaction with you people," I hissed, leaning forward. "Fine. I’ll play your bride. I’ll wear your ring. But I have a condition. One that isn't negotiable." "I’m listening."

“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. I started thinking.

she asked. Mrs. DeRoya cleared her throat, signaling that she would answer the girl. “Miss Pence, I only had one child, my son Brayden here. My husband was also an only child. So, unless Brayden produces an heir, our bloodline here in the United States is lost. What we need is a surrogate to carry the child. If you sign the contract, when the child is born you will receive one million dollars to take your siblings and go have a good life,” she said, staring at her without emotion.

’ Mary asked. ‘Well since our lovely Eira wants to forever carry children for strangers, I found the perfect app for it.’ Eira scoffed giving them a pointed look. ‘What app?’ Fatima asked placing her chin on Bushra’s shoulder. ‘It’s called a Surrogate App, you just fill in your bio with your surrogacy history and they help you find a client. Sort of like a dating app, the only difference is that you wait for them to message you first inquiring about it. Then you set up a meeting, and well the rest goes from there.’ Bushra explained. And, so began the fascination for the app. She was able to create an account and fill in the most important details, and even added a few pictures of herself. It