Proxy Bride Novels & Stories

"Don't you want to know where your mother is, Evelyn?" Those words hit me like a tidal wave. My mother. My real mother. Memories of sleepless nights flooded my mind, nights spent crying over the stories I had heard about her suffering. A woman trapped in this family's web, a woman who had endured hell. I had spent years imagining her face, her voice, her touch. "Yes, I want to know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Then do this for me," Dad said, his tone softening, but the manipulation was clear. "Marry Mr Volkov, and I promise you, I'll find her. After the wedding, I'll start searching. Within a year, you'll have your mother."

“I mean, it’s not everyday a girl receives a marriage offer from the wealthiest and most powerful kingdom since the Great War.” Lucien's growl rumbled low beside me, barely audible but I could feel it through the floorboards. I felt the bond flare angrily, felt his emotions bleed into mine before he could stop them. "And if I refuse?" I asked. The proxy's smile deepened. "Adrian prefers willing partners, but he is determined. He will come north regardless. To... convince you, I'm sure." The vaguely veiled threat landed like a blade between ribs. The hall erupted in shouts.

Adam lifts her up in his arms ready to walk away but Grandma’s voice stopped him. Both had to pray in the temple of the royal palace before both start their marital life. “But Grandma, New queen and Prince Adam cannot stay with each other for the next 5 days. Priest had told so...” Stacey informed, inwardly smirking evilly... in those five days, I would send this girl back to her home. Adam stopped and looked at his bride in his arms, I care a damn whether it is five days or five births. He thought ruefully before putting her down to her feet.

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

He's not giving me the opportunity to explain myself and walking out on me. I watched as he disappeared into the distance with the train of bodyguards going after him. I dare not turn to see the faces of whoever has just witnessed what happened. They will mock me, I know and I'm not ready for that. Now that my parents wish is fulfilled they have nothing to be afraid of. I've been sold off. I scoffed. It's not a romance novel but it did look like it, where my favorite protagonist is being sold off to marry a guy she doesn't love and then she later finds love in the marriage.

Hi guys, Sorry, this isn't an update but it is still an update,lol. I just wanted to tell you guys that I will be changing the name of this book "The stand-in Bride" to "The billionaire surrogate bride". I am informing you guys beforehand to avoid confusion. I am really sorry for the inconvenience and I will try to update a new chapter this evening or tomorrow. Thanks for giving my book a chance and thanks for reading my book and I do hope you enjoyed reading it. I am sorry for the late updates too.

Just this morning she was a single lady,but now she was married. After soaking herself for 30minutes she got out of the tub and got into her night wear. She then switched on her phone which had been of for almost the whole day. She had a lot of missed calls,most which was from Jane and some were from her father. Just as she was about to call Jane she received a notification from an unknown number. It contained the terms of the contract,the sender was definitely Elias. She opened the message and read through the terms 1. Both parties are not allowed to develop feelings for each other,if feelings arise they must not act on them.

“It would be better than selling your body…” “I want to do this, Mom.” Her voice rose on the line. “You’re basically a prostitute! And what if you want to keep the baby at the end? You don’t know how you’re going to feel, then.” “Surrogacy is a totally normal process that lots of people go through,” I said calmly. “It’s done. I’ve signed up. I’m actually meeting with a potential couple today. I’m driving there right now.” “Really? Who are they? Do they work in the Philippines or abroad? I’m always hearing about rich American couples coming down and buying up real estate here in Palawan. It figures they would start buying babies next.”

“If you refuse, we lose everything. The house. The trust. Your mother’s library—sold off, piece by piece. You’ll have nothing. No one.” It wasn’t a request. It was a sentence. Amara said nothing. She didn’t have to. Marcella had already won. She’d spent years chipping away at Amara’s worth—reminding her she was the daughter of a dead woman, a burden, a ghost in the family portrait. Now, she was being handed a role: proxy bride. Not for love. Not for choice. But for survival. That afternoon, Marcella led her to the master bathroom—a temple of white marble and gold fixtures. It smelled of bleach and privilege.

"but I have something to say, and I know it will help you." "Tell me Aunt Clara, at this point I don't care what it is, I will do everything for my brother's life. Even if I sell my body" I said as my tears flowed. "I don't know, Leyla, it's okay with you," I quickly nodded to her and she sighed. "A rich family looking for a surrogate mother. They want to have an heir as soon as possible, and they will pay 15 million pesos just for the surrogacy." she said and looked into my eyes. My heart beat faster and I looked down. A Surrogacy, meaning I will sell my womb? Does that mean I have to give birth to a baby for a rich family?