Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

Taggart gritted in annoyance and was ready to blurt back. “The wedding is still planned, so don’t worry about it. We only replace the bride with Tamara. I think she’s the best option for you,” Bruce pointed at smiling Tamara. Taggart was freezing out in his place. He couldn’t believe his father was becoming a jerk by changing his plan.

“I like her already.” Uriel didn’t smile. He studied Z, taking in the dead look in his eyes, the way the white dove on his shoulder hadn’t moved since he walked in. “Who’s the girl?” “X new bride,” Z said. “The first one ran. This one’s still bleeding.” Ashtin sucked on his lollipop, tongue turning violet. “X never keeps them long. He breaks them too fast.” “Not this time,” Z said. His voice was flat, but something under it sharpened. “This one’s different. She didn’t scream.”

Rage boiled over, and I stormed up to the stage, slapping Selena hard across the face. Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face. “Trish, I can look past how you always make my life hard. But this is my wedding!” she cried. “Who has ever heard of giving a bouquet back after a swap? These glass bouquets are all over online shopping platforms for just ten bucks. Fine, I’ll give you a hundred to make up for it!”

The woman revealed to me that Mageret shushed her, “Don't be like that Mary you know that we've been told to make sure the wedding isn't disrupted?” Wedding? What wedding? “Oh please. That woman wouldn't even be able to destroy the mating ceremony if she tried. Didn't you hear she was banished from her pack!” “I heard she ran away from home to be with Alpha Reuben. But how can the Alpha accept her when she's practically worthless? She can't compare to Lady Lia. Lia is rich and even better, she's Alpha Rueben's second chance mate. There's no way!” As their conversation unfurled I was left stunned. What was going on? What were they talking about, Rueben getting married? To another woman that w

She pouted in fake sympathy before her lips curled into that viper's smile I knew too well, “Don't worry, you'll forget about that pain soon enough. Because within a week, you'll be married to someone else." "What?" My mouth was dry as sandpaper, and in the moment of desperation, I looked at Vivian’s direction with hundreds of questions in my eyes. “She's right. You will be taking Charlotte's place at the wedding, and you will marry Xeros Martinez next week. That is why you’re here.” A replacement bride? I blinked, convinced I had heard her wrong. Was I still drunk? Or probably, I was actually passed out drunk at the bar, and this was all a hallucination.

“And didn’t she come to meet you?” “She cannot travel abroad because of her case.” “Too bad for her.” He said. I hummed and then turned to him. “So.. what now?” He asked. “Nothing, just we’re gonna tell everyone that the groom has been replaced.” I said victoriously. “Good luck for your future but dude, made sure not to become a scum like me.” Christian said. “I know.. the reason for your marriage was different and mine is different. I know. I will try to do whatever I can to make her happy.”

I need to tell you something about your wedding dress. "What about it?" "There was a problem with it. The seamstress, she made an error during the alterations. It can't be worn." He rushed on before I could respond. "But I found you another one. A limited edition, one of a kind. It's even more beautiful than the first." He gave her my dress. And now he's offering me a replacement like that makes it okay. "Okay," I said. Blake blinked. "Okay?" "It's fine. It's just a dress."

And this time, I watched carefully and noticed that editing, how expressions that didn’t match the narrative were pushed aside. I spoke finally. “They set her up.” Theo leaned against the table. “Yeah. Pretty brutal too. That clip? Old footage. Different days stitched together.” My gaze shifted to him. “And the replacement bride?” “Alice Hunt,” he said. “Now officially Mrs. Jared Walton.” That was… interesting! Theo opened the next file and showed me the pictures of Jared’s wedding, my nephew’s glowing smile and happy groom’s look, screaming suspicion. I picked up one of the photographs.

"You have done well, my daughter. Better than I expected. The council is satisfied. The Moon Reapers are accepting the transition. All that remains is the wedding. . .and then the true work begins." I turned, eyes glowing with ambition. "I want the ceremony held soon. No more delays. The sooner I am bound to him publicly, the sooner I can begin erasing every trace of her from his home. From his bed. From his mind." I lifted my glass again in a silent toast. "To the real bride." She clinked her glass against mine, her voice low and full of dark promise. "To the real bride. . .and to the painful fall of the substitute who dared to take her place."