Substituent Bride Novels & Stories

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

She looked at me. And I saw something in her face I hadn't seen before. Not guilt. Not shame. Fear. Jade was afraid. Of what I was about to know. That was worse than anything she could have said. "I'm the bride," she said. "They're not sending someone from my pack." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They're sending me. I'm the bride they're bringing to replace you." The pot kept boiling behind me. Steam rising. The rain coming down outside.

“Bride to Be” is printed in sparkling font on Scarlett’s bright white sash. Although she’s already had numerous bridal showers and even a bachelorette party, Sheila, Scarlett’s older sister, decided we all needed girl-time tonight. She also decided that the best place to do that would be down the street from where the guys are holding Kurt's bachelor party.

The Wedding Day The cab pulled up to Elysian Grand Hall, the place already buzzing with flashing cameras and murmurs. I stepped out in a deep green dress that hugged my body just right, a silk scarf over my hair, and large sunglasses covering most of my face. Calm on the outside. Boiling inside. Two security guards stopped me at the entrance. “Invitation?” one asked. “I’m the bride’s sister,” I said, holding up an old photo of me, Emily, and Vivian at a gala. “Family.” They exchanged looks. One raised a brow, clearly not expecting that. The other studied the picture, then gave a nod, “Go ahead.”

"You're so horny. A man's touch can make you lose yourself." I snapped at her, but she was dumb and grasped it as a compliment. "You like it, don't you?" My fingers lazily stroke the cleft of her breasts. "Do you know what I like the most?" "What?" "To take everything he likes." I paused to see her reaction, but she was lost in her tracks. Her dress was exposing and s*xy, revealing her curves to me, accessing them needed no effort to distract her. "He knows that we gave him a substitute bride. What shall we do?"

If the bride switch is going to be a solid plan, how are we going to find a replacement in a country where we barely have connections? “the only person that probably has connections in this land is Adrian and he has been keeping himself isolated because he doesn’t want to get himself fully involved in the wedding plans." "more so, How are we going to get somebody like Adrian that betrayed his best friend to pledge his loyalty to us?” I rack my brain for answers.

Wolves and Lycans could barely share a border without bloodshed, yet here I was, binding myself to one of theirs. “For politics,” Mother had said. “For power.” And power, I liked. The grand oak doors groaned open, and silence fell over the gathered nobles. The bride appeared… My bride. She was draped in ivory, her face veiled. My jaw tightened. The spoiled daughter of the Beta known as a spoilt brat. Everyone’s eyes turned to her, but mine locked instantly as her scent hit me first.

“Ma’am Rose, the makeup artist and hairstylist, will be here in a few minutes,” the maid informed me outside of my room. I let out a deep sigh and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight, the announcement will be made that Rose is engaged to the Arrogant and Rude Heir of the Mercedes Clan, but in reality, Rose is Annalise Ysia Villareal, the Substitute Bride for her fiancé.

His hands rested on the arms of the wheelchair, relaxed but ready. And he was staring at her like she was an inconvenience. "This is her?" His voice was low and rough, like he didn't use it often. "Yes, Your Highness," Thea said. "Lyra Hale. The substitute bride from the South." Substitute. The word hung in the air like an insult. Rowan's gaze traveled over Lyra slowly. Her travel-stained clothes, her messy braid and her pale face. She lifted her chin and stared back, refusing to look away first.

“What about our contract marriage? What about our kids?” She laughed harder this time. Sharp Almost mocking. Kids he plan to kill!!...kid he Abaddon “Our kids?” she said. “You really are funny. Ha ha ha” Axel stared at her, confusion flickering across his face. Did I get it wrong…? This is irony This is my wife!. “No,” she continued, her voice turning colder. “Maybe I look like your dead wife or whatever, but I’m not her. And trust me…” Her eyes met his, filled with quiet fire.