Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

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

he cut in, "and say the bride was injured due to your team's negligence…" I stared at him. My mouth opened. He kept going, voice soft, almost casual. "I could frame that as attempted harm. At the very least, gross professional negligence leading to material and reputational damage." I… couldn’t breathe. "You’re fucking out of your mind!" He only raised an eyebrow. No anger on his face. No emotion. Just a thin, terrifying patience. "This isn’t personal," he said quietly. "It’s a solution. You choose: Be my substitute bride, or pay me 20 times the deposit as a penalty?"

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.

At first, I feel the blood rise and my cheeks grow hot, but I am as adept at controlling my emotions when desired as Dean is at hiding his. Some in the crowd then began to jeer and shout out things like, "She is a substitute to a substitute! She is not worthy!" Others seemed more sympathetic toward the beautiful young woman before them. Exclamations of, "Such a beauty!" and "She is tantalizing, the perfect mate!" began to rise from among some of the more sympathetic in the crowd. I showed no reaction. I was not about to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing their words affect me. Why isn't he saying something?

, Carissa suggested and I quickly drew a stop sign to it. “I won't substitute that idea if men are involved. I'm famous and my husband won't entertain such an idea. I don't want to sabotage my wedding and have my name swim all over social media. We can have the wine party but no men, however you can go out and find any man you want to spend your time on," I stated adding no conditions.

He opened his eyes and starred intensely at my face and briefly nodded. "Well...it never really went away. In fact, it kinda intensified instead. Which is why I kinda jumped at the chance to step in as your 'substitute' bride when Carrie ran off. I really wanted to be your wife and thought I'd have time to make you fall in love with me so our marriage would become real." "It IS real." He interrupted me.

Dylan furrowed his brow in confusion, isn't she supposed to let him lift her veil, why is she stopping him. "P please." Amelia stuttered. "What's wrong with you?" Dylan said softly. His voice was deep and calm, but you could still note the authority his voice carries when he speaks. "The new bride must be so shy." Someone yelled from the crowd. "Is that why you're preventing me from lifting your veil? Because you're shy?" Dylan asked. Amelia nodded. He sighed, then he let go of her veil. Dylan bent to whisper something in her ear. "You can stop me from lifting your veil now, but you won't be able to stop me from claiming you as my wife when the time comes." He said, then he stood straight.

This case, for example, had put Sylvie in the way of a beast. Neil winced at force of the impact. He tilted his head and looked at Sylvie who was trying to find something to balance herself. She stretched out her hand and took hold of something trying not to fall forward. Instead, as she balanced herself, she felt her pillar tremble. ‘Do pillars do that?’ she asked herself. Neil was in immense pain and pleasure. He looked at the oblivious lass and felt his whole world crumble as he was now aroused. Elsewhere, Dominic was still trying to understand why Jade would say no. it wasn’t like he was ugly and neither was he poor. He didn’t get the point.

"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?"