Novel & Cerita Subsitute Wife

"You're not a substitute someone! Keep that in mind, dear. You are my wife. That's enough. Don't add any more frills. Do you understand?" Radit's voice rose slightly at the phrase 'not a substitute' just now. Making Amanda unable to hold back her tears that spontaneously fell. The woman then quickly nodded. Even many times until now her body turned around and could look at her husband's strapping body. The two of them embraced each other until they embraced intimately for the next few seconds and ended with a light chuckle. Completing the malaise in their hearts at the moment. "I miss Ayra so much. Let's buy a voucher in front. Surely she can already run here and there."

Taking a deep breath, she plastered a smile on her face and greeted Jaden's cousin warmly. "Hello there," Rita said, extending her hand. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Rita, Jaden's... well, Jaden's wife." The cousin's eyes narrowed, suspicion evident in her gaze. She shook Rita's hand reluctantly, still sizing her up. "Wife, huh? That's interesting," she replied with a touch of skepticism. Rita felt a pang of discomfort, realizing that her true identity as Jaden's ex-wife was still hidden from Jaden's cousin. She knew she couldn't blame the cousin for a*suming the worst about her intentions, considering the circumstances.

Alpha Kai chuckled and looked at her with an obscure gaze, saying, “You are my wife. Aren’t you responsible for helping me? Or do you have some secret that everyone needs to know?” Aurora gritted her teeth as she could tell Alpha Kai’s threat from his words. But she had no choice. Aurora was living in someone else’s house, and she had confessed to Alpha Kai that she was married to him as a substitute. As if she had accepted her fate, she walked to Alpha Kai’s side, ready to help him up. Three years of muscle atrophy did not make Alpha Kai too thin. It was still difficult for a girl like her to help him up.

“Business? I must get out of your way. Have you forgotten the fact that you are my wife?” "Wife? Hahaha, since when am I your wife?" "Since you are still using Grayston as your last name." Slap! "Not by choice you idiot!"

"Wife?" "I am not his wife," I said, my heart aching at my words. Before, I would have been elated at this moment. Now? He was reaching into an empty well, I had stopped filling it a long while ago and none of his words could ripple now. "But he said—" "Forget what he said," I added. Atlas' eyes widened at my words, his hand curled into a fist beside him. "His words never match his actions anyway. Besides, his wife is beside him. My sister," I walked over and pushed her forward. "Lovie Knight."

Happy. I zoomed in on the plaque next to the painting. *Second Place - Watercolor* *"Morning in Montmartre"* *Felix Laurent, 23* Felix Laurent. Not Marcus. Felix. I sat back. Stared at the photo. The man I'd married wasn't Marcus Laurent. He was Felix Laurent. Marcus's younger brother. The family had substituted one son for the other. Why? Marcus refused? James Laurent needed the merger too badly to let that stop him? So he sent Felix instead?

And why the hell was it so much? She groaned softly and rolled over causing me to see her face. My heart plummeted. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Ivy, but she looked so familiar. I wanted to slap her awake and shake her till the truth fell from her mouth but managed to rein my anger in. I knew it had to be too true to be good. Ivy Weston parting her legs for me with her hymen intact could only be a joke. A joke shared by the entire family because they had to know what she was up to and sent a substitute who had managed to look convincing enough in the makeover under a dim light.

“W-Wait, dad. Are you telling me to just let that stupid man touch me whenever he wants to? Is that what you mean?” “Charlotte Greene is his wife, and in his eyes, there is nothing wrong about that. Just bear with it, Carmine. This is the only way we can save the company, after all. If Sylus Crivello finds out that you are not his missing wife, we are doomed. We will be thrown in the dungeons.”

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

After dropping her off at her place, I went to the same bar where I met Sienna, called her, and took her home with me for the night. It wasn’t long before I realized that whenever I saw Sienna’s back figure, she reminded me of Anastasia, and because of that, I ended up making her my wife a month later as Anastasia’s substitute.