Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

I was not that type. I hissed in pain as he pinched my chin further, “Why are you doing this to me? I am your wife now!” A different glint of wickedness could be seen in his eyes when he heard those words. His tightly shut, straight lips formed a smirk as he said, “Really? You are not my wife but a f*cking substitute! For some money, you agreed to become my substitute bride!” His tone and gaze had disgust attached, and I couldn’t help but justify it.

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

His face turned hard at my words, "We are newly married, Raven. Do you expect me to send my wife alone with a car while her husband is here?" Why does he refer to him as my husband every now and then? "I don't want anyone to get suspicious. They need to know how possessive and loving Ajax Aragorn is towards his wife." There he goes! The deal. "Fine. Let's go now. I don't have a lot of time now. Already this wedding is playing with my mind. I need to start my internship the day after tomorrow."

What is he getting at? "Be my substitute wife, Anita. For only a couple of months and I promise to reward you handsomely, aside from the benefits you would be getting as 'my wife' of course." Seeing how speechlessly and shocked I was staring at him, he added. "It's nothing real, only on the internet. Between us, this would just be business." "A-are you crazy?" I asked when I finally found my voice. "We need to do this to help each other."

She giggled. “Go greet your husband, dear.” My mother replied and hung up. Then, she turned to me with a smirk, “You see…you are replaceable, after all. Sophia will be the wife of a trilllinaire now, and after that, she will fuck him, get pregnant with his baby. And even if he finds out later….nothing, and I mean nothing, will separate him from her, While you...” she trailed off, and dropped a document before me. It landed on the floor with a plop, but I didn’t spare it a glance. “Fade away into nothing.”

And why the hell was it so much? She groaned softly and rolled over causing me to see her face. My heart plummeted. Whoever she was, she wasn’t Ivy, but she looked so familiar. I wanted to slap her awake and shake her till the truth fell from her mouth but managed to rein my anger in. I knew it had to be too true to be good. Ivy Weston parting her legs for me with her hymen intact could only be a joke. A joke shared by the entire family because they had to know what she was up to and sent a substitute who had managed to look convincing enough in the makeover under a dim light.

That was how he came to be the first person to know about the substitution. Back then, Lucy bribed people to induce Sophia into early labor. She then took oxycodone with the purpose of swapping Cindy and me, who were born at the same time. She wanted Steven and Sophia to torture their own daughter. Then, she would show up at the right time to make them suffer from the realization of what they had done. Caleb resented the fact that Lucy paid too much attention to the Lamberts. Hence, he came up with a plan to trick Mark and force one of Mark's sisters to marry him.

“Do you know how many times he called me? How much he begged me to come back to New York?” Something inside me folded in on itself, quietly giving up. I didn’t say anything. “Do you even know why he married you?” she asked. My fingers curled again. “He found out I got married. You were just… there. A substitute.” Substitute. The word echoed in my head like something I had always known…but never dared to say out loud. “He thought he could forget me,” she added with a small shrug. “But obviously he couldn’t.” I wanted to say something.

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.