Substituent Bride Mga Nobela at Kwento

After securing my chocolate brown hair in an elegant bun, the maid skillfully adjusted the delicate lace-edged vintage bridal veil. I would wake up every morning to see myself in the mirror covered in scars, but today was a completely different day. All my scars and wounds were concealed, and I never thought I could look this beautiful. Everything felt like a dream, and I wished with all my heart that I could marry my beloved mate. However, the harsh reality came crashing down on me, and I realized that I had to play the role of a substitute bride for the ruthless Alpha. “How long is it going to take, huh?”

I told her. She looked up. “Then what?” “To remind you what a substitute bride is,” I said, stepping into the cell. “Temporary. Replaceable.” She smiled slowly. “And yet… irreplaceable enough to drag into your madness.” I placed the ring in her palm. “When you put this on again,” I said, “you’ll kneel.” She met my gaze, unblinking. “And when I rise?” she asked. I leaned in. “You’ll rise… as mine. Or not at all.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

“No, the women don’t interest me, not when I have you by my side.” Grayson joined us once again. “Enjoying the show?” he asked. He reeked of alcohol. Strangely, most Alphas I had come across were good-looking, but Grayson had somehow missed out on the good genes; I couldn’t look away from his crooked nose. “Yes, indeed.” Alexander replied. “Where is the bride?” He asked. “She is over there.” He pointed. My gaze followed his direction, and there I saw a girl—not a lady or a woman, a girl. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she couldn’t be more than fifteen.

The Lesser family and the Caine family invited almost all the big shots in Beijing to attend Mia’s wedding. Due to the unparalleled status of the Lesser family in Beijing and the awkward identity of Alexander as the illegitimate son of the Caine family, the wedding was held at the Lesser family's mansion. Maria looked at the over a hundred luxury cars parked outside the mansion and couldn't help but gasp, "The Lesser family is really amazing. It seems that the guests are all prominent..." Charles furrowed his brow and turned to look at her, "Since your father has become the son of the Lesser family, you will also be a member of the Lesser family as long as you reunite with him, right?"

I point out and she shrugs. “Nobody knows anyone really,” She replies pensively as she continues her smoke. “Lilliana. I am Domenico’s sister-in-law.” The name is foreign to me. Everything is foreign to me. “And you are Bria, the new member of the Cattaneo family.” The way she says it strips me once more of my identity. The use of the word new is not lost to me. I have proved no worth. “Bria Cattaneo, bride to Nico. Has a nice ring to it. It’ll look pretty on a headstone.” The stone steps beneath me suddenly feel much colder.

His face was calm and he seemed collected. Asides that, they were both wearing sought of deep blue uniform and they looked like as if they are well taken care of. Belladonna got the fifth door. Hung on it was the kind of slate which had a name carved on it. Moria Nakunriver. She furrowed her eyebrows at that. That was the name of the previous bride, the one who had authored the book containing all those rules she had read. The bride whom everyone had thought would be the last.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.

Armand Daniel, the Alpha of Jadong Neugdae Pack or the widely known in the shifter’s world as the Nobles was put into a halt in front of the picture corner of a known boutique owned by Hailey Santino. There were a bunch of other pictures of their clients attached to the wall, but one particular picture and this one took his full attention. The picture is of a couple, the man on his bended knee holding up a ring is the groom and then the beautiful bride has a bright smile on her lips, love was obvious in their eyes.