Subsitute Wife Novels & Stories

Ava’s POV Every part of me froze as his sharp words felt like numerous knives, piercing into my heart. A torrent of tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. I stared blankly at the man I had loved and married for three years, not knowing I had been nothing but a substitute for the woman he loved. He glanced at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “We should end this marriage, Ava. Olivia is back, and I’m finally getting married to her.”

The bond which went through all thick and thin situations but survived every stormy weather. They never broke, never left and this is what makes everyone envy them. They all were individually perfect in themselves and were strong enough to fight with the world. But whenever they were together their power tripled and seemed like the "Great wall of China", unbreakable and stronger. Karan on the other hand, was sulking and scowling as his wife not even for once called him back or texted. He loathes Krish for snatching his wife's attention toward him. He felt like flying to Australia and having her all to himself but it wasn't possible and this made him more frustrated.

Despite her conflicted feelings, she found herself drawn towards him, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes. Sebastian continued his voice barely above a whisper. "I know things have been difficult between us," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. "Everything that happened today is quite confusing to me and I don't know what to do, but I can't deny the fact that you're my wife and I love you." Lilian swallowed hard, her emotions swirling inside her. "Sebastian, I..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "My sister is your rightful wife, she loved you and I'm just a pawn in this whole situation."

I said, and she started laughing. “Oh gosh, are you a clown?” She confused me with her question: “Damian was never yours, he married you as a substitute, you were never his wife, I was always his, how can you stand here and call yourself his wife?” She said, and she was right—I was a substitute, but I was not going to let that sadden me, it was the past, and I was glad I was over it. “The point here is, if there was understanding, you could have stood up and helped me when I needed help,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

What is he getting at? "Be my substitute wife, Anita. For only a couple of months and I promise to reward you handsomely, aside from the benefits you would be getting as 'my wife' of course." Seeing how speechlessly and shocked I was staring at him, he added. "It's nothing real, only on the internet. Between us, this would just be business." "A-are you crazy?" I asked when I finally found my voice. "We need to do this to help each other."

Not a business partner. His wife.

His pain reflected mine. I did not only want him because of our matebond. I wanted him for who he was. But he didn’t want me the same way. “Attention on me, wife. You are mine now, and you are not to look at another man like that.” My cheek was held to turn to Alpha Logan and my eyes landed on his gazes. Spark once again filled my skin from where he touched. Maybe this was because of the wedding. I heard that choosing a mate can still work, although it wouldn’t feel as intense as natural mates do.

“You didn't even fight her when she kissed you, you allowed her to humiliate me.” “What are you talking about?" I huffed raising my brow. “The girl at your house, she's nothing but a substitute…” "Don't you dare call her that. She is my wife.” I snarled, grabbing the edge of the table so I wouldn't lunge at her. Titling her head backwards, she let out a low laugh, hitting her palms together. “Come on Finn, I'm not the media you can tell lies to. I’m your ex fiancee, Lex Carlton.”

as he held my hand and helped me climb the stairs to the stage. It was a strange feeling as he held my hand. Everyone was looking very happy. But it seemed he was sad. I could understand his state of mind. He was actually in love with someone else and was supposed to get married to her. And here he was getting married to me instead. The girl, whom he always avoided like plague. What should I expect from him in this marriage,I was just a substitute bride to him. After all I have always kept the feelings I had for him to my self.

“I wouldn’t call it going soft. I’d call it finally getting my priorities right.” Sophia laughed, a light, practiced sound. She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Still, a man like you… wasting away in domestic bliss? You used to own this city. Now you’re here with your… wife.” She said the word like it tasted strange. “Surely you miss the thrill of power.” I felt my spine stiffen, but I kept my expression calm. This wasn’t the first time a woman had tried to test our marriage since we rebuilt it. But it still stung.