Novel & Cerita Substituent Bride

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

This was so unlike him and Nora trembled like leaves on a windy day. He looked at her on the floor. Something shifted in his expression like a decision being made behind those ruined eyes. Final and immovable. "You're not going home," he said. Nora looked up at him. "What?" "Lena is gone." He said it flatly, as though reporting the weather. "The wedding is in four days. Everything is arranged. The families are expecting it. The contracts are signed." He set the bottle down. "You look exactly like her. Anyone who doesn't know you well enough would never know the difference."

Wren murmured. "She means well," Isla whispered back. "Now," Becca continued, unbothered, "who's the bride, who's the mother of the bride, and who's the—" she looked at Wren, momentarily stumped, "—gorgeous friend?" "Future sister-in-law," Wren said. "I think. Is that the term?" "That's the term," Isla said. "Wren's family. I decided that a while ago and I'm not un-deciding it."

Astrid I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror, admiring the white dress I’d bought at the last minute. The dress was beautiful, ending at my knees with a silver lining at the neckline and delicate pearls hanging from it. It felt ironic how a dress so pretty could be for an occasion so… fake. I wasn’t just the event planner anymore. Now, I was the bride. I had pinned my hair into a bun and done my makeup myself. This wasn’t a grand affair. Adrian had decided we’d go to a small chapel to get married, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Natasha asked curiously. "You ask Mr. Mercer, I don't know. I haven't seen him yet." Funny enough, Dawson was blind in both eyes back then, so the wedding organized by the Mercer family was very low-key, just a few tables. Although Ryan went to the wedding banquet at that time, he did not see the bride. After the bride hastily served tea to the elders, she returned to the room and did not appear again. Since Dawson got married until now, there have been only a few people, like the Mercer family and the Gregory family.

The wedding day arrived like an execution. Elena stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the woman staring back was a stranger. Victoria's wedding dress was a masterpiece of Italian lace and silk, fitted so precisely it might have been sewn onto her body. The bodice hugged curves Elena didn't know she had, while the cathedral train pooled behind her like spilled cream. But it was her face that truly unsettled her.

The hanging crystal chandelier mirrored the light that came from the moon outside, casting slivers of subtle colors around the bed. This almost felt romantic, but I knew better than to think like that. My childhood innocence and dreams had long been gone, taken away by the cruelty of my world. I knew there was something better somewhere. But I’d be too naive to think this marriage was going to give me that. After all, I was just a trade off for peace. I’m not even sure if I’m a worthy trade off. The lycans didn’t bargain for me. I was just the substitute bride.

I said, stopping a few inches away from where she stood. She tightened her grip on her son's hand and cleared her throat. “I came here to meet Mr Conrad Pierre,” she began, her voice firm. “I am his soon to be wife.” I narrowed my eyes, looking at her. “Soon to be wife? Who are you?” “Amelia Hughes, the substitute bride you wanted.” I scoffed. Substitute bride. She definitely wasn't pleased by that fact. “Momma, where are we?” the little boy asked, looking at her. My brows furrowed again as I glanced at him.

Brielle chuckled. "What do you mean? Why are you having that look on your face?" Angelica asked looking at her. "The wedding can't happen without the bride right." Brielle stated. "How? Stop talking in riddles, what do you mean?" Angelica anxiously asked. Brielle came closer to her. "I have locked Sophie in her room and removed the bride tag on the door then replaced it on another door, without the bride, the wedding won't happen, then, I will still get another chance to be with my Asher." Brielle explained but Angelica widened her eyes.