Substitute Bride Sweet Love Novels & Stories

Selina’s POV As I walked down the aisle, I felt like I was still dreaming. If only none of this were true. So, I don't have to bear all the prying eyes. Everyone is talking about why the bride at today's wedding is not Stella, but the little-known Selena. Oh, and by the way, a lot of them don't know that Stella found her mate, Ryan Green.

That love was strong, the luck of the two changed the moment they looked at each other like that, it was a shame that the past was always stronger than the same future that the two of them together could make. Without even feeling strong, Brandon smiled. "Do you see it now, Crystal? Now do you realize? You still love me the same way I do, you still love me the way I do, I didn't sign, you're still my wife, my heart still beats for you.” Crystal only blinked at the words of the man in front of her. She couldn't do anything when he kept talking in that way that seemed to be so sweet as well as so deadly to a soul that had already suffered enough.

He froze. Is she… my Irony? he whispered under his breath. His jaw tightened. Why is she pretending not to be my wife? Memories flooded his mind The way she slapped him so hard when he hugged her… The way she pushed him away whenever he tried to get close. His chest tightened. Did I hurt her that much?.He didn’t know. He never knew. But now, He finally understood something. His lover…Had died. And now she was back. But not the same.

She burst into tears and ran out, hands covering her face. Then I felt the heat of his breath by my ear. "Let's finish the wedding first. I'll explain everything later, okay?" With the nuisance out of the picture and me not quite in the mood to make a scene, the guests stayed quiet, and the ceremony moved along quickly. Not long after, I was in the bridal room, slapping the mattress hard with my palm. 'What the hell was that earlier? Was that supposed to be some kind of seductive act? Hmph. As if that would work on me.'

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

"Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Jenner Harper to be your wife?." "I do." Dylan said hastily. "Do you vow to be with each other for the rest of your lives, for better for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish each other, until death do you both part?" "I do." Dylan answered. "I do." Amelia answered. The priest smiled. "I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride." The priest said, and the congregation began cheering and clapping so loudly. "You may now kiss the bride." The word kept on ringing in Amelia's ears as she slowly turned to face Dylan.

"But, Mrs--Mommy, I mean. Our wedding--" "Yeah, perfect!" Michelle quickly cut off Rose's words. "Robert made the right choice out of the many follies in his life." "But I'm just a substitute," Rose sighed softly. Looking at her two squeezing hands, she lowered her head, "Rosa's replacement and Ruby's," her squeak trembled. Sick! Rose's chest was twitching painfully. The happiness she had promised Ryan on the cruise ship evaporated with the sea breeze. The Miami mainland and the air smack Rose because she was just a surrogate bride.

After all, wasn’t I above them? Nature had made it that way. I turned toward the window, watching traffic crawl down Ninth Avenue while I waited. What would she be like? She had to be strong to carry an Alpha’s child. Healthy. Resilient. Strong-willed would be good for the child. Not so good for living in my house. The office door opened behind me. “Mr. Blank,” the doctor said. “I would like you to meet the surrogate selected for your case. Ms. Paris Helton.”

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

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 this, 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.