Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

She was seated at the far end of the table, just two persons away from Elaina and Adrian. “Let’s settle in and enjoy our meals while we watch this wonderful performance from our live band,” she went on to say, and an uproar of laughter and claps filled the air. Soft classical music with a tiny hint of jazz filled my ears, and my heart warmed a little bit, just a little bit, because I was battling with crippling anxiety, hoping Adrian wouldn’t notice that Elaina and I had switched places. Elaina signaled for me to get some champagne, so I grabbed a glass and reached for our most expensive bottle.

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

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

“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.