Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

My eyes dilated as I squeezed my legs together, feeling something wet between my legs. I swallowed hard and tried to leave with my shaking knees but he blocked me, cornering me on the sofa. He searched for my eyes and spoke… "Did I scare you?" I sucked my breath. No! I shook my head, unable to speak. He heaved a sigh. "Then… why?" Because we can't. I'm not your supposed wife. I'm just a substitute. We just got married because I needed money and my adoptive family pushed me to do this— I wanted to answer and tell him that but my mouth spilled a different answer.

"You know exactly why I'm here. Tsk tsk, someone has the guts to be mad at me after walking out on our marriage without as much as a goodbye, or isn't that said in London? You can simply hand your husband over to your twin after declaring your undying love for him?" The power in his voice almost forced her to look at him, but she was afraid of how little control she would have if she stared into his eyes, or deceived herself into seeing half of what she felt. And so still staring at the wall, Eve spoke, "It wasn't a real marriage, and Ava is the one you...were always going to marry. I was just the substitute, a stand in." Alessandro scoffed and took another step towards her, his movements pr

She held me by my arms and asked me what was wrong and I looked away for a moment but she kept shaking my hands begging me to tell her what had gone wrong and what she could do to fix it and when she asked me this question I looked down at her again and said. "Give me back my wife," it was both in a voice that sounded frustrated and at the same time furious and sad. "Give me back my wife I won't ask for anything else, take the stupid company, take the title but give her back to me…." She looked at me tilting at her head with confusion. "My son, what are you talking about? Your wife phoned us to tell us that you were missing…" I immediately shook her off. "Bella is not my wife, both of us kno

I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Happy. I zoomed in on the plaque next to the painting. *Second Place - Watercolor* *"Morning in Montmartre"* *Felix Laurent, 23* Felix Laurent. Not Marcus. Felix. I sat back. Stared at the photo. The man I'd married wasn't Marcus Laurent. He was Felix Laurent. Marcus's younger brother. The family had substituted one son for the other. Why? Marcus refused? James Laurent needed the merger too badly to let that stop him? So he sent Felix instead?

"Wife?" "I am not his wife," I said, my heart aching at my words. Before, I would have been elated at this moment. Now? He was reaching into an empty well, I had stopped filling it a long while ago and none of his words could ripple now. "But he said—" "Forget what he said," I added. Atlas' eyes widened at my words, his hand curled into a fist beside him. "His words never match his actions anyway. Besides, his wife is beside him. My sister," I walked over and pushed her forward. "Lovie Knight."

He nodded his head. " Then what should I do with that disgusting one which was brought to our house to replace me by you?" I asked. " by me? " I nodded. He continued. " It's you. not by me. I told you clearly. She was my past and she won't disturb us. replace you? No one is gonna replace you. understood? " He raised his eyebrow. " Mm." I hummed as I looked outside the window. " Now where does my wife wants to go? " He asked.

“So that I can make love to my wife.” Naomi sighed happily as she laid her head on my chest. “Wife. I don’t know if I can get used to that.” I reached around and squeezed her ass. “You will get used to it, for there will never be another wife for me.” It was the truth. Even if in the future something happened to the woman in my arms, I would never look at another the way I looked at her. Naomi held my heart in more ways than one, and I didn’t think she realized how strongly that hold was.

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "You're not a puppy but my wife, of course I’ll have to come looking for you, especially after what I said on the dance floor... I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" "Save it," I cut him off. "Correction, I’m your pretend, replacement wife. The actual one's at home, probably wondering how the gala is going or if I’ve killed you already. If you really felt sorry, you'd have considered my feelings before spitting out those trashy shit that came out of your mouth earlier."