Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

"What about your wedding? Was that thing about the bride being replaced actually serious? Please tell me you're joking." I stared at the brightening sky through the window. "I wasn't joking. I replaced her myself." Yvette froze. I handed her my phone. The screen showed the confirmation image that the wedding planning company had sent in the middle of the night. The groom was Julian, and the bride was Madison. Yvette stared at it for several seconds before swearing under her breath. "Does he know?" I shook my head. "Not yet. There's no reason for him to know." Just then, the hospital room door opened.

“We would have.” The church fell deathly silent. The next image was a scanned copy of the wedding vows. At the top were the original words, ‘Julie, after all these years, I’ve finally found you again by the Old Harbor.’ Beneath them, written in red ink, read, ‘Change to Annie.’ Then came a backup copy of the wedding schedule. [Julie — Piano Performance: Keep.] [Annie's Reception Gown — Replace with the blue dress Julie tried on.]

After she completely gave over control of her body to him, what sort of insult would she endure again? Suddenly, she recalled what he had said before claiming her body again. Help me forget her tonight... She laughed sadly. That's it. There was a disclaimer before he claimed her body again. She acted foolishly by failing to consider it. She was so anxious to offer herself to him again that she didn't even listen to what he said. She was just a rebound! A Rebound bride! A Rebound wife! She was only an option. "Yaz?" He appeared to be very concerned about avoiding an unplanned pregnancy that evening.

“Benita became a substitute when Rose fled the wedding. Now I'm in love with Benita, but Rose is back and wants to take her place.” His eyes widened in stunned silence, his jaw dropped in disbelief. The words hung in the air, refusing to sink in at first. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Finally, he managed a faint whisper, but even that seemed like too much effort. “So what you are saying is, Rose is your real wife, but you fell in love with her substitute after she fled, and now, the main wife is back and wants to take her place, but since neither of you want to let go, the real bride now wants the substitute dead?”

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?

I was not sure I had heard him right. With an angry look in his eyes, he thundered, his fist slamming on the table. "You're getting married to the Prince." He repeated and I gasped. "I'm not supposed to get married to the Prince." I clapped back, with a confused look on my face. "What? You're mateless. You're the perfect fit." He replied and I gasped. "What about Kira? She was betrothed to the Prince. Why me?" I asked. I could not believe I would be a substitute for my sister.

Maria curtly cut him off, turning her back to Charles and closing her eyes. Charles watched her for a moment, then fetched a blanket and draped it over her. Maria didn't open her eyes or say a word. She simply lay there, waiting until Charles had tucked her in before pulling the blanket closer. She was indeed feeling a bit upset, but then she reminded herself that Charles and Mia were the real couple. She was just a stand-in for the bride. Besides, the swap with Mia was bound to happen soon. Charles was just trying to cultivate his relationship with his future wife.

I whisper to Ryder. "No." His voice is grim. "That's a replacement. Another conditioned wolf from the Academy." Horror floods through me. They didn't just have one emotionless bride ready. They had backups. Multiple young women conditioned to be perfect wives, ready to be deployed wherever needed. The replacement walks down the aisle with Celeste's same precise grace, as she holds my father's hand with the same mechanical perfection. The court officiant for the wolf packs begins the ceremony and I can barely hear the words over the roaring in my head.

He assured her, "Okay dear, bye and my regards to..." "Mom, I'll send your regards to her. Bye." He cut her off and bade his bye, hanging up the call immediately. "She wants the wedding to be in Palm Springs." "Then, a Palm Springs wedding it'll be, except it won't be between you and Julie." "What do you mean?" Robin asked confusedly, "We're getting a substitute bride for you." He announced and Robin was deadpanned.

Reile successfully made the replaced bride look worthy of the things that don’t belong to her. “Oh, stop crying. Can you believe you are going to get married to a millionaire man, and you don’t need to work hard to be a mother because you already have a child?” Debbie stitched in time and saved nine. Reile chuckled, throwing her perfect rhinestone wedges at my feet to wear them. “Wear it.” I tried, but it slacked out of my feet. With a disgusted look, she glanced roughly and came up with a temporary solution to stuff the cloth dust at the back of the wedges.