Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

He had thought everything would just end as a contract but things wasn't really going as planned. His heart is beating for someone else now, someone other than his wife. His heart is beating for his substitute bride, Layla. The girl he had never thought he would pick interest in. The always different, weird and always complaining substitute of his, the girl he had always prayed the contract with her would end soon then, and now that he thought he was going to be free from her, things took a turn. He has fallen so much for her and no matter how much he try to deny or hide it, it's still the truth. Should he continue denying the reality or face the reality that he truly feels a thing for his <

She looked at me. And I saw something in her face I hadn't seen before. Not guilt. Not shame. Fear. Jade was afraid. Of what I was about to know. That was worse than anything she could have said. "I'm the bride," she said. "They're not sending someone from my pack." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They're sending me. I'm the bride they're bringing to replace you." The pot kept boiling behind me. Steam rising. The rain coming down outside.

The best man moved to help Ethan out of the car, and Maya stared at the mansion in awe, still trying to process it all. “You’re going to keep staring at it, or you’re going to go in?” Ethan’s deep voice said. He was already rolling forward. Maya swallowed hard and began following behind him. She didn’t have a single bag of luggage like a normal bride would. This wasn’t a usual wedding. She wasn’t a usual bride. She was a hidden, replacement bride.

Max said, and I looked at him. "You are lucky I am in the spirit of forgiveness, Alpha Blanch. I haven't forgotten that you attacked my estate with your men." I said, and he was silent. "Tribute does not work that way. There can be no swap. As you can see, the women have moved on. Avery is happy and will marry Marcel Sidorov during the blue moon. Likewise, Linda is four months pregnant and will marry Theodore Orlov on the same day. They are now ladies of the north and above you; they are not yours, so a swap cannot take place," I said calmly as we walked towards my booth.

Kate’s P.O.V. A week later, I learned just how quickly the future could be replaced! The pack ground was decorated in white and gold, the exact colors Jace once said would suit our wedding. Soft lanterns swayed in the night breeze, golden lights glowing like a dream. The air was filled with laughter and music from the live orchestra. Everything looked exactly as I had imagined. Same venue. Same decorations. Same groom. Only the bride was changed. Jace kept all the ideas I had for our wedding and prepared the venue for Jennifer, a cruel reminder of how easily he had replaced me.

"Viv‌ian... i‌t‌ started as a pla​n. Bu⁠t I‌..." "He’s a C⁠aldarian, Vivia‌n," the wom​an inter‌r​upted. "W‌e don't‌ do thin‍gs for love. We d​o t​hem for the Debt." ‌Sh​e leaned in close, her br​ea‌th cold on my ear.‌ "Now‍ that we have th‍e deeds and t‌he ledger, we don't need a b⁠ride anymore. We need a sacrifice. The city thinks Maurice is the vill‌ain.‍ It would be​ s⁠o t​ragic if hi​s 'v⁠i​cti‍m​' died of a⁠ broke‌n heart... or a‌ tr‌agic accide‌nt at the station."

It was as if the sleeping pills and the humiliating livestream had never happened. "No. I slept great." I looked at her reflection in the mirror. My voice was completely flat. Jessica seemed relieved. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. "The replacement suit is already on its way from Paragonia. It's the one you looked at a little longer than the others. "Tomorrow, be a good groom and marry me. Don't throw a tantrum over someone who doesn't matter, okay?"

“The previous version was too easy to defeat.” City lights moved across the windows. “Tomorrow,” he continued, “we announce the wedding date.” “Tomorrow?” she echoed. “I told you,” he said. “I dislike resistance.” Elena smiled toward the glass, watching her reflection; sharper now, harder, alive. Three days ago, she was a disposable bride. Now she was the woman his greatest rival chose to marry. Second lives, she decided, should always be used aggressively.

The page caught her gaze, resting there between us. Now it happens like never before Her composure cracked. “You’re replacing me already?” she asked. That word landed with more force than expected. Replacing. The pen moved down, inch by inch. A quiet pause settled as my hand eased its grip. “I’m not replacing anyone,” I said quietly. Her eyes passed over me as if I were air. As if my presence there made no sense. “You must be the scandal bride,” she said. “The one who couldn’t even make it to her wedding without ending up in another man’s bed.”

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k