Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

"You're not a substitute someone! Keep that in mind, dear. You are my wife. That's enough. Don't add any more frills. Do you understand?" Radit's voice rose slightly at the phrase 'not a substitute' just now. Making Amanda unable to hold back her tears that spontaneously fell. The woman then quickly nodded. Even many times until now her body turned around and could look at her husband's strapping body. The two of them embraced each other until they embraced intimately for the next few seconds and ended with a light chuckle. Completing the malaise in their hearts at the moment. "I miss Ayra so much. Let's buy a voucher in front. Surely she can already run here and there."

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

"I'll stay in the guestroom!" My eyes widened. I thought she would forgive me. I turned around and grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving our room. “Stay!” She sighed and brushed her fingers in her hair. "Listen, Edward! I'm not your wife! Not even your girlfriend, I'm nothing to you but a substitute. What we do is wrong. Elenore is your true wife, and she wants you back." My grip loosened, and my brows creased when I felt the shiver in my heart.

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

I tried to compose myself despite the pain and fear, "My name is Lily. I am your new wife from the family you chose." I kept my eyes on him, hoping to dodge whatever he throws my way again. To be honest, I just want to run away and not be married to him. "You... How dare a lowly being like you be the one? You are an omega, aren't you?" He pointed accusingly at me and I'm honestly surprised. I was told he could easily see things about someone and I thought that ability was a joke. Will he find out that I'm a substitute now? "Your majesty... I'm going to be at your service. I'll do whatever you want." I bowed my head and continued to stay in my knees while saying that.

He said a little pissed off recalling the pain. "Oh I'm sorry if I hinder you to indulge in the activity as you say." She sounded sarcastic. "No! What I'm saying is that I can't indulge in that with another aside with my wife , whom I love so dearly.," "Spare me the sweet empty words." "How can I make you understand that she means nothing to me., As you say she was just playing on me to earn my trust. I am aware of that." What he just said shocked her.

"Jen is too soft, too forgiving but I cannot let her suffer this alone while you're happily married and riding off into the sunset with that party animal wife of yours." Stefan balled his fists. "Watch how you speak about my wife." He gritted. "You could've done better." She said shaking her head distastefully. "I mean going from Jen to… that?" Stefan got in her face and she recoiled. Sure Cindy had been frivolous just like he was he wouldn't hold that against her but she's not that person anymore, she doesn't even mingle with those women anymore it was like she was a different person altogether ever since their wedding.

Then, as if fate was taunting me, North Kennedy’s face flashed in my mind. “North." I mumbled, “She is perfect for this role, I just need to convince her and get this done with." Moreover, we didn't end our relationship on a bad note. — I shrugged, reviewing the prospects of making her my substitute wife in my mind. Our breakup three years ago had been inevitable. I had never supported her catering dream. I had believed it was a waste of time, a career with no security, no real power. I had always wanted a wife who would stand beside me in boardrooms and not someone who spent hours over a cooker.

"You weren't my choice." There it was. Blunt. Brutal. The air left my lungs, my cheeks reddening. He stepped closer again, lowering his voice so only I could hear. "But you are here now. And if you're going to survive as my wife, you will learn quickly." My stomach twisted. "Learn what?" I asked. "How not to touch or say things that get people killed." The words sent a chill down my spine. Killed? Before I could process that, his phone buzzed.