Subsitute Wife Novels & Stories

His face turned hard at my words, "We are newly married, Raven. Do you expect me to send my wife alone with a car while her husband is here?" Why does he refer to him as my husband every now and then? "I don't want anyone to get suspicious. They need to know how possessive and loving Ajax Aragorn is towards his wife." There he goes! The deal. "Fine. Let's go now. I don't have a lot of time now. Already this wedding is playing with my mind. I need to start my internship the day after tomorrow."

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

“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 really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

Autumn Dawson stood stiffly at the edge of the dance floor, her hands clenched tightly around her champagne glass. she watched with teary eyes, her husband twirl his new bride, Iris Dawson—her much younger half-sister—across the polished wood. The twinkling lights above cast a soft glow on their joyous faces, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in Autumn's chest. For twelve years, she had played the role of his substitute wife, enduring the empty nights and the whispered rumors, only to be cast aside the moment his father passed away. On the very day that marked their twelve-year anniversary, he had married Iris, leaving Autumn to bear witness to a happiness that had never been hers.

“When you have a wife like mine, you wake up feeling like this every day… or at least, you make sure you do.” Davis raised an eyebrow. “A wife like yours? Who brags about their wife in this day and age? Most men are trying to forget theirs exist.” The table erupted in deep, raspy laughter. "There is a difference between a wife and a wife... your wives have been modernized. Mine is traditional and submissive. That's a huge difference, dude. My wife knows her place. I could bring two girlfriends into my house, and she would serve us drinks." The three men blinked at me in awe.

“You left, Nina. You disappeared without a word, and I thought you were dead. What exactly was I supposed to hold on to?” Her smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something that resembled guilt, but it was gone just as quickly. “I had my reasons.” “Whatever,” I said nonchalantly. For once, she looked taken aback, her lips parting as though searching for a response. But then her expression hardened. “So that’s it? You’ve replaced me with her?” My jaw clenched. “Her name is Benita, and she’s my wife.” Nina scoffed. “Your wife? The same one you’ve made miserable, or so I’ve heard?”

"She's my wife." "What?!"

"Chris forgot to tell me how feisty his daughter is." "Not feisty. Violent." He looms in closer, crowding my space. "What do we do now, wife? I like my women willing and submissive." Wife. The word is a reminder of who I am now. A trophy in the hands of Rayne De Luca. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I have envisioned more for myself, not retiring into a made man's house as a baby-making machine. "You will not find this woman willing and submissive," I shoot back in defiance.

The man nodded in a seemingly understanding manner. Sonnet reported the incident to the police and asked the man, “What’s your name?” “Maxwell…Brookes.” “My name is Sonnet Turner…” She paused and added, “I’m your wife.” A hint of excitement flashed across the man’s eyes. He raised his gaze to look at Sonnet. There was an innocent expression on his face. “What is a…wife?” “Uh…A wife is someone that’s capable of protecting you,” Sonnet replied to him after pondering on it.