Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

She extended the tray to Kealey and she took the glass of juice, removing its lid and sipping from it. Mom returned to her seat and kept the tray on the glass center table. "What makes you special to be my son's wife?" "Special?" Kealey's fist clenched. "Oh, your son is special so he has to have a special wife?" She nodded sarcastically. "I see. I'm special in my own way, not because I'm your son's wife." "Simon told me you switched places with the real replacement bride, why?" Mom pressed further. "I did. I've loved your son for 7 years so I guess it's something worth doing." She took another sip of the orange juice.

But when she was here, he didn’t get himself to do that at first. "I really made it to the finish line." Cannon said as a wide smile crept on his lips and he continued, "From today, I am giving myself to you. I will listen to your every condition, every wish, every single word. So Elaine, make me yours, own me." Cannon uttered holding her hand in his firmly but too much for his surprise, a tear slipped out of Elaine's eye. She couldn't believe she was living her dream like this. The ring was really for her and the man for whom she became a replaced bride, loved her this much and was asking her to be his bride properly.

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

Rita said to Amanda while patting her back. Amanda tried to lighten up her face. Take a look at Rita, Amanda found out that Rita is the perfect match for this wedding show as she has the same shape just as Anita. "I knew you might not accept this offer, but listen and listen very well, Rita you are one of the most caring person I've ever known. Could you replace Anita to take the show please?" Amanda asked. Rita reluctantly agreed, "A-alright, I do it.” "Thank you so much, Rita.”

Max asked suspiciously. "Why Shelma?" Gerald asked, curious. Max picked up his glass again. Clearly, he deliberately created a pause before giving an answer to his friend. He put his glass down again and leaned back, crossing his right leg over his left and intertwining his fingers on his knee. He looked at Gerald meaningfully. "I heard everything. About you replacing your bride," he said flatly. Gerald raised an eyebrow. Max didn't say it accusingly, but hearing Ariana referred to as a replacement bride made Gerald feel angry. "When I heard you replaced your bride, I thought it would be Shelma."

I said “Can’t we just find her, I’ll help look I swear. She is the one who left, don’t punish me like this.” I’d give anything to get out of this, I wish Liam were here he would know what to do. “She’s gone,” she said. “So that’s it?” I asked. “You replaced her with me?” “Don’t you even care where your daughter is?” I added. She did not answer. I pulled my hand away slowly looking at the room full of people who expected me to just go along with this. I could hear people downstairs laughing and talking like nothing was wrong as if this wedding was still going to happen.

Actually, I didn't doubt that anything would look good on him. It seemed that the hearsay was true. He was poor and couldn't afford to buy a new suit for the wedding. Or he just thought it wasn't worthy of doing so. The elder interrupted my thoughts, "Bride and groom, for some reason, you can't swear to the Moon Goddess now. As a substitute, you can exchange rings as your proof of oath that you accept each other completely and will never separate." The word "substitute" rang the bell in my mind.

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.