Substitute Bride Sweet Love Novels & Stories

When his lips parted to break the silence, I sucked in a deep breath. "You're beautiful." I blinked, startled by the unexpected compliment. "I bet you say that to every unsuspecting bride." He smirked, stepping closer with his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "No," he said, his gaze dropping briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes. "I only say that to my own bride. The woman I'm looking at right now." I couldn't help the way my lips twitched, "what are you doing here?" I quipped, tilting my head. "You know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, and especially in my wedding dress."

But I wasn’t marrying a prince; I was marrying a man I knew I loved but had promised to hate—a man who would never love me in return. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear." My mother's voice broke through my swirling thoughts, and I turned to see her at the door, watching me with a warm smile. Corine Parker, always elegant and composed, stepped into the room. She had aged beautifully, her face radiating warmth, but today, there was a quiet sadness in her eyes that mirrored my own. "Thank you, Mama." My voice was tight, revealing the anxiety I couldn’t conceal. I felt beautiful—the dress, the makeup, the hair all contributed to the image of a bride on her wedding day, a woman who was meant

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.

The flowers were perfect. That was the only thing going right. I had been awake since four in the morning making sure that the roses with just enough blush to look romantic without being loud, greenery that didn't overpower, ribbon tied the way Vivienne had shown me three times on a YouTube video she'd sent at midnight. Everything was perfect. The bride just wasn't here. Her text came at 6:47 a.m. "I'm sorry, Aria. I can't do it. Don't hate me. Please don't hate me."

This was so unlike him and Nora trembled like leaves on a windy day. He looked at her on the floor. Something shifted in his expression like a decision being made behind those ruined eyes. Final and immovable. "You're not going home," he said. Nora looked up at him. "What?" "Lena is gone." He said it flatly, as though reporting the weather. "The wedding is in four days. Everything is arranged. The families are expecting it. The contracts are signed." He set the bottle down. "You look exactly like her. Anyone who doesn't know you well enough would never know the difference."

The priest asks, and he hesitates for a few seconds before he replies to the priest. "Yes, I do," He replies hesitantly. "Do you, Tracy Williams, take Ren Bradford as your lawfully wedded wife? To hold, and to cherish, to love, and to care for, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" The priest turns to Lilian and asks her. "Yes, I do," She replies after a few seconds of silence. She never imagined that she'd ever become a substitute bride, but turns out that it was her fate that she needs to embrace. It's the fate that she was destined to suffer in her lifetime.

“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.”

I quickly wiped them off, but he had already seen it. "What are you talking about?" I looked away and picked up the CD on the table. "Do you recognize this, Malinda Kristen?" I immediately got up from the chair. "I am done for today, let's meet whenever you are ready to practice since you are saying silly things." I made my way to the stairs, but stopped when I heard his voice. "I remember everything, Malinda." I clenched the staircase and tears filled my eyes, I took another step to move forward. "I love you Malinda Kristen and I think I love the Natasha Wilbur you are now."

He asked in concern. "I'm fine with doing into the depth of hell. As long as you're with me." Jade held her in a soft hug and muttered, "I love you Sapphire." With this, she held him tighter, loving him even more. Knowing that no obstacles woul come their way ever again. Finally, the priest came out and asked every to stand. It was bride's turn! All eyes stared at Sapphire. Two flower girls from the orphanage were dressed in pink, rosy gowns. They lined the path with white rose petals as the music started. Here comes the bride....

“She glides on wings of golden light Like none have ever seen, Shining of summers long forgotten, Within my deepest dreams. Carnelia, Sweet Carnelia. I’m not a lord, I’m not a king, just say you’ll be mine, And be my golden queen, Carnelia, Sweet Carnelia. On darkest night you are star-bright, My heart, my love, my soul Your eyes like suns are crystal that Are just beyond my hold But if you say you’ll be my bride Though high above you fly I’ll rise to be enough for you