Novel & Cerita Substitute Bride

Actually, I didn't doubt that anything would look good on him. It seemed that the hearsay was true. He was poor and couldn't afford to buy a new suit for the wedding. Or he just thought it wasn't worthy of doing so. The elder interrupted my thoughts, "Bride and groom, for some reason, you can't swear to the Moon Goddess now. As a substitute, you can exchange rings as your proof of oath that you accept each other completely and will never separate." The word "substitute" rang the bell in my mind.

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.

He has the gun in his hand and the look on his face tells Ally he has used it before. “I am not the bride.” Ally tells him in a small voice. She cannot remember ever feeling so intimidated by someone. “Okay, I am going to explain this to you one more time. Listen carefully. You are now the new bride. Megan is being escorted to a safehouse where she will not even be found by the Symons family. I made very sure of that. You are her replacement. Eric is expecting a bride. You are that bride. Now get into that dress so the wedding can start at the right time. We do not want to keep a blind man waiting.” He tells her with a sarcastic tone tainting every single word.

Taggart gritted in annoyance and was ready to blurt back. “The wedding is still planned, so don’t worry about it. We only replace the bride with Tamara. I think she’s the best option for you,” Bruce pointed at smiling Tamara. Taggart was freezing out in his place. He couldn’t believe his father was becoming a jerk by changing his plan.

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 was just being silly for a moment. The person I love is you. Don't leave me..." "The wedding will continue." Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. But then the man said in a cold tone, "The bride is to be replaced. Sigrid will be the one to be married." "Sigrid, "???"

“Unless…” Unless? Unless what, Mirabelle?! The look in her eyes softens as she takes me in with a warm smile, Then she gets out of the armchair she was seated in and walks towards me, pulling me out of my seat. “Unless we find a replacement.” It took me a few seconds to register what she had just said. A replacement bride. ME?? Horrified, I look towards her, “Excuse me? A replacement?” I ask, my voice a high pitched wobble then I look about the room.

The kind of gesture that said everything about what this was and nothing at all about what it wasn’t. The guests applauded. I kept my face still. Damien straightened and looked at me again and for just a fraction of a second something moved behind those blue eyes that I couldn’t identify before it was gone completely. Then he offered me his arm. I took it. We walked back down the aisle together, two hundred people watching, music playing, flowers everywhere, and I was Mrs. Blackwood, I was actually Mrs. Blackwood, and I felt absolutely nothing like a bride. I felt like a substitute.

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.

"You have done well, my daughter. Better than I expected. The council is satisfied. The Moon Reapers are accepting the transition. All that remains is the wedding. . .and then the true work begins." I turned, eyes glowing with ambition. "I want the ceremony held soon. No more delays. The sooner I am bound to him publicly, the sooner I can begin erasing every trace of her from his home. From his bed. From his mind." I lifted my glass again in a silent toast. "To the real bride." She clinked her glass against mine, her voice low and full of dark promise. "To the real bride. . .and to the painful fall of the substitute who dared to take her place."