Replacement Bride Novels & Stories

"I was just being silly for a moment. The person I love is you. Don't leave me..." "The wedding will continue." Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. But then the man said in a cold tone, "The bride is to be replaced. Sigrid will be the one to be married." "Sigrid, "???"

She picked up her clothes from the floor and walked barefoot to the guest room. Aria entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her face. The man’s callous behavior made her feel sad, but she knew that she had no right to feel that way. She was only able to stay by his side because of a red mole on her right earlobe, similar to the one on the long-lost girl Xavier had been searching for. In Xavier’s eyes, she was just a substitute for his unrequited love and a toy that could be easily dismissed with money.

Her eyes move over me once, quick and complete, the way you assess a room for exits. "Hello," she says. Her voice is warm the way marble is warm when you've been pressing your hand against it long enough. "You must be the replacement." A pause just long enough to make sure it lands. "I'm Isabelle. Dominic's real fiancée. We need to talk.”

All it took five years ago is one mistaken call slip that brought her here - in front of the man she loves. Wyoming realized there are actually no accidents or mistakes in life. Those little tweaks are actually destiny’s way of gearing a person to his or her correct path. She may have been a replacement bride before, but fate proved that even a replacement can become the real thing. Five years later, Wyoming is no longer that replacement bride, she is the only bride- Cayden’s bride. The End…..

He locked the door, immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and stomach, and back-hugged her. “Stop it!” snapped Rose and pushed Piers away. “You are stinking!!” “Come on, Rosie!” pouted Piers. “Wrap this up! I am going to change!” snapped Rose and moved towards the bedroom. “Rosie! Let us celebrate. We are your bridal team!” sulked Vanessa.

Riley blinked, looking almost reluctant, but eventually went to change into the wedding dress. Derek gritted his teeth. "Megan, you want to fake a marriage to mess with me? Fine. Then don't blame me for marrying another woman." At three in the afternoon, Derek and Riley held a lavish wedding ceremony. To one-up Megan, he went all out—obnoxiously so. They kissed on stage, fed each other cake mouth-to-mouth. When Riley mentioned she liked champagne roses, he dropped a fortune to have them flown in.

Tried not to think about the way Sophia had touched his arm. The way he'd smiled at her. The way they'd looked like the couple everyone already thought they were. And tried not to accept what that meant for me. But it was getting harder to deny. The replacement bride was being replaced. Again. And this time, I didn't think there was a way back.

"I know I shouldn't have worn Rosie's wedding dress and taken her place in this wedding without your permission, but I just couldn't bear the thought of you facing the fallout alone. "Think about how humiliating it would be for a bride to not show up to her own wedding! Your friends and family are gathered here, so I can't let you embarrass yourself. Rosalie is capable of such cruelty, but I'm not. That's why I decided to replace her as your bride. You won't get mad at me, right?" She tightened her hold on his hand, her voice coquettish as she turned on the charm. However, Bradley didn't hear a word of what she said. All he could think of was her saying that Rosalie was the woman who shared

Just as I’m about to close my eyes, my phone lights up with a message. “Thank you for loving me with all my imperfections. Can’t wait to say ‘I do.’” I stare at the screen of my phone, as fresh tears spill down my face. The memory of Jake in bed with my sister flashes through my mind. The reality of it hits me hard—I’ve been replaced. I can’t go through with this marriage. Not with Jake. ******* The next day, everything is set for the wedding. I slip into a stunning white dress, straight out of a fairy tale, but as I stare at myself in the mirror, my heart feels heavy.