Substitute Bride นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They called him a living demon. The bride he had named was Carrie Wheaton, the Wheaton family's eldest daughter—beautiful, talented, and perfect in every way. But now, I—the "fake daughter" they had adopted by mistake—was being shoved forward to take her place. A substitute bride. A sacrificial offering. Carrie stood off to the side, her lips curving into a barely hidden smirk of schadenfreude. A lawyer spoke up, "Jessica, once you sign this agreement, you'll become Will's legal wife. As compensation, the Wheaton family will provide you with a sum of money."

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be t

"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."

They told me to pit on my sister's wedding dress, to replace Anita, at the altar. There was no room for argument, nor was I given the choice to say no. I was to be the figurehead, the stand- in bride who would fufil the ceremony in Anita's absence. There were no word of blessings and no well wishes for a happy future. instead, what I recieved were instructions “to be a good wife”. This was how it all started.

He placed one hand behind his back and extended his right hand, covered by a white glove. Reluctantly, Nola placed her sister’s hand in his palm. Then she lowered her voice and warned him, “If you dare bully my sister, you are dead.” A wicked smile curved Soren’s lips. She really was fierce. Nola stepped aside. Soren held Meryl’s hand and led her to stand with him at the altar. The murmuring below grew even louder. Everyone was questioning why the bride had been replaced. Calder stepped onto the platform, took the microphone, and offered an explanation.

He just asked me to attend the wedding, and that was how I found out that Brianna had become my substitute— the replacement bride. How convenient. Thinking back to the perfect image of love and happiness that shone through as I watched Adrian and Brianna get married, I couldn’t help but be spiteful. The wedding was mine in the first place. So, I had every right to object. I was the one who was to be wedded in the first place—not Brianna. Definitely not her. She couldn’t have that, not if I couldn’t. Not when it was all I have ever longed for and what I had just lost. True love, soulmates, a happy home. Warm and fuzzy that makes your heart swell with joy.

Until death do us part. Then it was my turn. I opened my mouth. And for one terrible, stretched-out second, my mind went completely blank. Not because I was nervous. Not because I'd forgotten the words. But because standing there in Vivienne's dress, holding Vivienne's flowers, I suddenly became acutely aware that this entire morning had been designed for someone else. The chair arrangements, the registrar, the seven witnesses, the man beside me, none of it had ever been meant for me. I was a substitute. A stand-in. A clause in a contract.

Kael growled, his head resting against my shoulder. Outside, the eclipse passed. The shadow moved on, but the world would never be the same. The "Substitute Bride" had finally claimed his throne.

"I know I shouldn't have worn Rosie's wedding dress and taken her place in this wedding without your permission, but I just couldn't bear the thought of you facing the fallout alone. "Think about how humiliating it would be for a bride to not show up to her own wedding! Your friends and family are gathered here, so I can't let you embarrass yourself. Rosalie is capable of such cruelty, but I'm not. That's why I decided to replace her as your bride. You won't get mad at me, right?" She tightened her hold on his hand, her voice coquettish as she turned on the charm. However, Bradley didn't hear a word of what she said. All he could think of was her saying that Rosalie was the woman who shared