Substitute Wife

Faustina "Austina" Villacorta was fond of reading reincarnation stories. As a full-time actress, this hobby also helped her enhance her memory. It was a usual hectic day at work. She was in the backseat of the car, reading the book her PA bought for her. She had no idea that such a typical day would be her last. When she woke up, she found out that she reincarnated into the last book she was reading. Not just that, she was also soon to be the wife of a mafia boss. She became the substitute wife as Rendyl Revamonte! Everything seemed so unreal. Until she was finally standing with him in front of the altar with no time to cope up with the sudden contractual marriage. "I'll pay you a million. Be my substitute wife for a year. After that, you're free." The male lead who was also known as the merciless Mafia Boss. "How's my daughter?" The oh-so-called rich father. To survive in her new world, she must do everything-even if it means putting her life at risk. Will she successfully end this one-year contract with her limbs intact and without being discovered to be nothing more than a mere reincarnated substitute wife of the mafia boss?

The girl wore a two-piece bikini that perfectly complemented her flawless figure. Her staged slip and fall into the water were executed with perfection. But why did that petite face carry an innocent, naive look, resembling a nymph? She lowered her head, and her long hair clung wetly to her slender shoulders. Each droplet cascaded down, brushing against her delicate collarbone, and just below the collarbone, Richard Harris's gaze couldn't help but shift. If he were to pull down her swimsuit just a bit... the light shining on her glistening skin would only enhance her allure. Richard Harris felt his blood rushing to a certain part of his body, eagerly awaiting stimulation. His eyes momentarily flickered with flames, enough to consume Roxana Nelson. Why did he feel this way towards that girl, even intensely so? Becoming aware of this, his expression grew colder, and a sinister smile crept onto his lips. In the swimming pool, many greedy eyes ogled at Roxana Nelson, her figure no less captivating than a professional model's. It turned out that it wasn't just him salivating over her alluring physique. This realization deepened the somberness of his complexion. Casting a sharp glance at the crowd, without a word, everyone discreetly retreated 20 meters, each one taking it upon themselves to save their own lives! It was her! He wouldn't spare her. If she willingly offered herself at his doorstep, she shouldn't blame him for not refusing!

Lillian Alfred wasn't expecting to marry her late sister's husband a few days after her sister's death but when her father convinced her to do so, she had no choice but to accept. Things turned out on a rocky platform for Lilian as Sebastian started to accuse her of killing her sister but the truth lie unfold and romance is inevitable.

What a ridiculous thing happened to me! I was sent as a substitute for my sister for just one night but I end up marrying her supposed husband. “What are you doing? Are you not aware of the reason for which you are here?” He said and sat on the bed. I sat straight and curled my legs. “I…I….am... But I am a virgin and the thought of all of this is what scares me.” I said and Greyson gave me an evil smirk. My voice wasn't supposed to sound this weak and pathetic but I can't hide my emotions. “You have nothing to fear. I am the man who would be marrying you. Think of this as our marriage consummation.” He said and my eyes brimmed with tears. If only you knew that I am not the woman you would be marrying. I am simply her substitute. I thought to myself. Greyson reached out to my legs and dragged his fingers on them, and pulled me by the legs to himself. He frowned when he saw that I still wore a nose mask and suspicion took over him. “Remove your face Mask, Bella. There is no need to hide your face from me.” He said and I shook my head. Greyson tilted his head, and his eyes became cold. “Remove the face mask, Isabella Walters.” He said Authoritatively and I gasped. This was trouble.

"You're so cheap. And you don't even have a basic sense of shame." "I am not cheap at all. You are my first man. But for her, you aren't." He cupped my neck with his hand directly and asked word by word, "What did you say?" I reached out and pinched his waist gently with my fingers, pretending to be cynical. Then I added, "And I'm clean. I don't have any other man but you. You can enjoy me as much as you want." *********************** Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

"Zeke, was I just a substitute?" I asked, my voice trembling. "All these years, was I nothing but a replacement?" But then again, he remained silent. And I took that as a 'yes' to my questions. "It's over. The sooner you accept that, the better." Zeke's cold expression remained unchanged. - Discovering she was just a stand-in for her husband's ex, Vivienne Lancaster divorced billionaire Ezekiel Harrington. She signed the papers and walked out of his life, secretly pregnant with twins. Years later, when Ezekiel's company was on the brink of collapse, he needed the help of the elusive and influential mystery designer Viatrix. Little did he know, the designer he had been chasing was none other than Vivienne—his ex-wife. Vivienne had returned and she was ready to get revenge and reclaim her life, while Ezekiel had to face his past mistakes. Could he win back the woman he had taken for granted, or would he fail chasing the billionaire's substitute ex-wife?

“You were everything, but her, Sienna.” “You shouldn't have married me then if you knew that you'd feel this way!" She snapped. “I married you out of pity, aren't you grateful? I saved you from the pathetic life that you were living and thought that you deserved a decent living, you don't have to act like the spoiled brat that you are.” “I can't believe I thought you were a man. You're no man Sebastian Frost, but a heartless monster!” *** Sienna is left heartbroken after her divorce from Sebastian, who had married her as a substitute wife. After five years, Sienna returns to New York a changed woman with twins who are five years old and a man. She did not expect to see her ex-husband, Sebastian Frost, hotter than ever. And not only has he gotten hotter than ever, but he also wants her back. But a nemesis from the past will not live to see that happen, nor the secrets that were meant to be left behind. Will Sienna forgive Sebastian after all that he did to her?

On her husband's birthday, Alena Kensington brought home a cake—only to find Tristan, her husband, in bed with Sienna, her best friend since high school. The betrayal was just the beginning. Tristan and Sienna didn't just steal her love—they planned her death. A hospital fire killed 47 people, and the world believed Alena perished in the flames. But fate had other plans. Six months later, Alena awakens in a secret clinic with a new face and a new identity: Serena Blackwood, the first wife of Kaevan Aldrich—a mysterious, brilliant, and dangerous CEO whose wife died three years ago. Kaevan offers a contract: live as Serena, help him destroy Tristan, and receive protection forever. But the deeper Alena digs, the more secrets surface. Who was Serena Blackwood really? Why did Kaevan give her his dead wife's face? And why is Kaevan's vendetta against Tristan so... personal? In a game of vengeance and love, who will win—and who will lose everything?

I was a street performer with no name, a ghost hired to wear a dead man’s skin. My mission was simple: Become Alexander Blackwood. Marry his icy fiancée. Sign over the forty-billion-dollar empire. In exchange, my dying sister lives. But the woman waiting at the altar isn't the socialite I was trained to seduce. She’s a wolf in silk—a twin who murdered her own sister to take her place. She doesn't want my money; she wants my soul. She knows I’m a fraud, and I know she’s a killer. In the gilded halls of the Blackwood estate, we are two monsters playing house, waiting for the first one to blink. Every night is a battlefield. Every kiss is a betrayal. She pins me to the silk sheets with the cruelty of a Queen, but when she whispers my real name in the dark, the mask slips. I was supposed to be her puppet, but I’m becoming her obsession. And as the real killers close in, I realize the only thing more dangerous than the lie we're living... is the heat of the truth. He’s a fake heir. She’s a replacement bride. In a world of silver spoons and sharpened knives, love is the deadliest sin of all.

It had been four years since Alice Pricilla Oliver and Morgan Alexander got married, but there was no love between them. Morgan used to be very kind and always adored Alice, but he never touched her even though they slept in the same bed. On their fourth wedding anniversary, Morgan brought another woman to their home, he gave Alice divorce papers. No one knew that Alice and Morgan were married for these four years as their marriage was kept a secret. Alice found out that she was just a surrogate wife who was not loved by her husband. Actually, Morgan married Alice because she received a donor heart from Morgan's fiancée who passed away 5 years ago. Will Morgan ever return to Alice?