Novel & Cerita Substitute Bride

“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.

she asked. Evelyn’s attention shifted to her. For several seconds, she said nothing. Then she whispered: “You shouldn’t have married my son.” Adrian’s expression darkened. “She had no choice.” Evelyn shook her head. “No. That’s where you’re wrong.” She looked at Lena. “Lena was always meant to become your wife.” Lena felt her stomach drop. “So the agreement was real.” “Yes.” Adrian’s voice became dangerously calm. “Why?” Evelyn didn’t answer immediately.

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."

She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way. Hours later, I heard the commotion downstairs; her arrival. I reluctantly left my room dragging my feet as I walked down the down staircase. Then I saw her. My jaw clenched as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was her—the girl from last night. The one I’d shared an impulsive, reckless night with at the club. She stood there, looking as stunned as I felt, her eyes darting nervously towards mine. “Callum.” My father said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “This is your bride; her name is Marlowe.”

My friend was already dead so I should be grateful for their help. "THE BRIDE PLEASE "the priest announced . The choirs began to sing the bride music,the whole congregation stood up to welcome her ,the door which had been closed up after my arrival was opened and the so called bride walked in dressed in a sea blue sparkling dress ,her face was covered with a veil so I couldn't see how ugly she looked . She had five bride maids tailing behind her and they were disturbingly the maids I had raped ,next to her was a woman I had never seen before ,she was bringing her to the stage ,does that mean she doesn't have a father ,how unfortunate .

Maria curtly cut him off, turning her back to Charles and closing her eyes. Charles watched her for a moment, then fetched a blanket and draped it over her. Maria didn't open her eyes or say a word. She simply lay there, waiting until Charles had tucked her in before pulling the blanket closer. She was indeed feeling a bit upset, but then she reminded herself that Charles and Mia were the real couple. She was just a stand-in for the bride. Besides, the swap with Mia was bound to happen soon. Charles was just trying to cultivate his relationship with his future wife.

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.