Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Just before I came to the observatory last night, I had asked Mateo to research Alpha William's family, his daughters, and everything and then get back to me. This morning when I went to get her coffee and cookies, he showed me what he had found and just like suspected, my beloved wife was not the bride I was meant to be wedded to in the first place. She was the other sister, Clara Williams. Cassandra Williams had not been seen since the day I got married. It was at that moment I started fixing the puzzle pieces. Cassandra Williams, my supposed bride had run away on our wedding day and Clara was asked to take her place and marry me. Now I could see why she despised me at the beginning. The r

" I think there's a mix up somewhere because I'm only a stand in for your ex-fiancee , more like a substitute bride . And being wedded wasn't part of the arrangements, I only consented to it because you promised Rose's grandmother to marry her daughter. And because of me that precious granddaughter of hers is no more , so I'm making up for it by saying those lines ' I DO ' in her stead . So do not patronize me Liam by saying you're trying to fix things that weren't spoiled in the first place. "

After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.” For the first time since I stepped into the room, I allowed my eyes to roam about. — It was the bride's dressing room. My lips spread into a broad smile and before I could realize what was happening, I was shrieking with laughter. Despite the look on his face, I couldn't stop myself from laughing so hard. “You? A substitute bride?” I laughed again. It was almost unbelievable that Finn Timber was my anonymous client that made me have sleepless nights. "This is crazy." I chuckled, locking eyes with Finn who

The Substitute Bride Kourtney's POV I'm so nervous that I feel like my heart is going to come out of my rib cage, while it's beating so damn fast. "Why are they taking so long ?!" Irritated, I asked one of my guards. "They are on their way back here, Miss." He answered me without any emotion visible in his voice. "Are you sure ?! Because it feels like they're on their way here, since forever!" Due to great frustration, I couldn't stop myself from drinking another shot of whiskey, this time I didn't bother to transfer the alcohol to my glass. I drank it straight from the bottle.

The bride switch was carried out successfully, but Eden’s family members are riled up by the fact that the substitute bride is Meelah of all people, and they are of the opinion that she disregarded her friendship with her friend just because of a man. At the reception, a few people called Meelah a betrayer, a lying scum, and cheater to her face while I stood there, shaking my head at how gullible they are because If only they knew the disaster Meelah helped them to avoid by substituting her best friend. Also, If only they knew what they were plunging Eden to, and things could have gotten worse if Meelah didn’t find her in time . Instead of celebrating a weddin

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.

Eleanor sat beside my empty seat, her cane resting against her knee, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, something between pride and grief. Isabella Blackwood sat across the aisle, elegant in pale blue, and when our eyes met she gave me a small, warm nod, like she was welcoming me into something instead of witnessing a transaction. Lucas stood beside Damian as his best man, and even now, even at his brother’s wedding, there was a restless energy in him, like he wanted to say something and knew better than to say it here.

There would only be a groom who ditched his bride for his niece, and a crying bride. Come what may.

He walked toward the massive front doors with long, confident strides. I scrambled out of the car, my heavy wedding dress tripping me. I stumbled, the white silk catching on the gravel. I managed to stay on my feet, but I felt pathetic. I was a bride in a dress that wasn't mine, in a life I didn't choose. We entered a grand hall. A woman was waiting there. She was older, with gray hair pulled into a tight, painful-looking bun. She looked at me with pure disgust. "This is not Bianca," she snapped.

"She brought a kid to pester her ex-boyfriend?” “Look at what she’s wearing. How did she even get in…” Every word stabbed into my heart like a knife. “That’s nonsense!” I pointed at Shawn, trembling with anger. “You were the one who let Jessica wear the wedding dress and made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress!” A gasp rippled through the crowd. Jessica’s expression changed instantly, and then she put on a pitiful expression. “Ms. Larrinson, how can you twist the truth like that? You were the one who thought the wedding gifts Shawn gave you weren't enough…”