Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

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.

Eloise remarked, smiling up at me and I returned it but less bigger as I stared down at my palms, fondling with my hands. "Look at her, so sheepish and weenie, Kareen would have looked stunning in that dress, she looks beautiful in everything anyway" "Kareen is the bride, Mom!" Again, Eloise countered. Such a sweet little sister I had, she understood me better than anyone. "I know, she is just perfect, she's only 23 and has gotten herself the best job and she getting married to the richest man in the country," Mom praised with a dreamy smile as she stared at the road.

"Leah, you're really getting married?! And… and to Nick?!" Jayden's voice cracked from disbelief, like a frayed string pulled too tight. It wasn't just that I'd gotten married, or that the wedding was being broadcast live—what he couldn't accept was that the groom was Nick, the man he'd clashed with for years. "Leah, don't—don't joke like this. I'll marry you, okay? You don't have to go this far to provoke me, dragging Nick into your act. Don't you hate him just as much as I do?"

I wondered if he had returned to the casino and found someone to spend the night with, just like we had. I never imagined that stepping into the role of a replacement bride would lead to such turmoil. I was baffled about what I might have done to upset him. Why did he choose to marry Kendra? Was it for love? How could he possibly love her without having met her? Or had he already seen through my disguise as his bride?

"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."

“Read it.” His throat worked. “It says—‘If you’re reading this, I’m already gone. Tell him I’m sorry. And tell whoever takes my place—she knows about the replacement bride. She’ll come for her too.’” The room went silent enough that I heard my own pulse hammering. She knows about the replacement bride. Not he. She. “Someone knows,” Romanov said quietly, more to himself than to either of us, his eyes distant, calculating something neither the secretary nor I could follow.

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,