Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

The words sent a slight shiver down my spine, but I resolved to persevere in winning Lucien's favor and earning his trust. Our conversation continued, each exchange filled with subtleties and unspoken emotions. As Lucien revealed his unavailability due to an upcoming event “I wouldn’t be home to keep you company later in the day, there’s an event going down that I have to attend” he says, a fleeting pang of sadness washed over me. I longed for his company, yearning to be by his side. Driven by a mixture of longing and a desire to assert my role as his wife, I boldly suggested, "Can't I accompany you? After all, I am your wife, and it would mean a lot to me." The words lingered in the air, ca

What's up with me? Until I gasped for breath, I was running out of words to say to him. "All you have to do is sign here so we can be married, I won't take you away from your girlfriend! If you want we can do some arrangements for this contract wedding like I'll pay for our annulment. I'll take all the responsibilities in case Kim will find out about this fake wedding. I'll do all the talk." "It's still a no," Travis said without any emotion. To be honest I am running out of hope.

Nica said. "Well, I don't like staying alone at home. I might as well finish the ones I left before the wedding." Nica looked confused. "Wait, alone?" Deianne rolled her eyes. "What do you expect? I'm with Marcus?" "Of course! He is your husband!" She looked around before saying, "He isn't my husband. He is my sister's. Moreover, he left this morning even before I woke up." "I know about that, but he is still your husband now." Nica insisted. "Where did he go? Don't tell me to work as well." the woman added.

" 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. "

The first time I saw my husband after we got a marriage certificate, he was holding another woman in his arms. When I almost gave up doing something, Lisa, who was beside me, suddenly rushed up, pushed Patrick, and scolded, "Patrick Cowell, how come you are so shameless? How can you leave your wife alone and hug another woman?"

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

The man nodded in a seemingly understanding manner. Sonnet reported the incident to the police and asked the man, “What’s your name?” “Maxwell…Brookes.” “My name is Sonnet Turner…” She paused and added, “I’m your wife.” A hint of excitement flashed across the man’s eyes. He raised his gaze to look at Sonnet. There was an innocent expression on his face. “What is a…wife?” “Uh…A wife is someone that’s capable of protecting you,” Sonnet replied to him after pondering on it.

This was my life and I had made peace with it. That's not me being dramatic. I mean it genuinely. I was thirty-two years old, a junior partner at Hargrove and Sloane, the legal guardian of a three-year-old who drew cats on everything, and I had not been on a date since the Obama administration. But I had a routine that worked. I had a daughter, not biologically, not legally in the strictest sense, but mine in every way that mattered — and I had a job I was good at, and I had an apartment with enough counter space to actually cook, which I had learned to value more than I ever expected.

Despite her conflicted feelings, she found herself drawn towards him, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes. Sebastian continued his voice barely above a whisper. "I know things have been difficult between us," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. "Everything that happened today is quite confusing to me and I don't know what to do, but I can't deny the fact that you're my wife and I love you." Lilian swallowed hard, her emotions swirling inside her. "Sebastian, I..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "My sister is your rightful wife, she loved you and I'm just a pawn in this whole situation."

"Never mind... You should just go home now. If you have a problem with Nora, your wife, solve it nicely. I'm not your escape. I'm no longer a substitute woman when you and Nora have problems." Samuel rose to his feet, still wearing only his underwear, making Rebecca swallow hard. That burly body was so very tempting. Rebecca had a hard time holding back the desire to look at Samuel’s figure. Samuel’s steps slowly but steadily approached Rebecca. "Rebecca, why are you talking like that?" Rebecca took a step back. "That's the fact, isn't it! I'm just a substitute." Samuel sighed heavily. "Rebecca, you are my wife. It's only natural that I come to my wife's place!"