Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

She knew her mother so well that when she made a decision, she decided with a firm determination, and she would never be swayed by anyone. But why should I? It's just been a week after Scott and I split, and she's already asked me to marry a stranger? Scott was her ex-name. husband's In a noontime broadcast, he won five million pesos. He didn't even come home that day, and when he returned the next day, he was preparing to leave and telling me he was seeking a divorce and waiting for the papers. And now, my parents are planning to marry me to a man I don't even know, and to make matters worse, my sister is the one who should be married, but because she is too young, they decided I should be

His pain reflected mine. I did not only want him because of our matebond. I wanted him for who he was. But he didn’t want me the same way. “Attention on me, wife. You are mine now, and you are not to look at another man like that.” My cheek was held to turn to Alpha Logan and my eyes landed on his gazes. Spark once again filled my skin from where he touched. Maybe this was because of the wedding. I heard that choosing a mate can still work, although it wouldn’t feel as intense as natural mates do.

Victoria was stunned, looking at Logan in confusion. “Because she's my wife,” Logan continued, glaring at Grace. “The wife you chose for me, right?”

“I wouldn’t call it going soft. I’d call it finally getting my priorities right.” Sophia laughed, a light, practiced sound. She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Still, a man like you… wasting away in domestic bliss? You used to own this city. Now you’re here with your… wife.” She said the word like it tasted strange. “Surely you miss the thrill of power.” I felt my spine stiffen, but I kept my expression calm. This wasn’t the first time a woman had tried to test our marriage since we rebuilt it. But it still stung.

As if I were supposed to sit on the sidelines while he tried something new, then welcome him back when he was done. “Three months?” I repeated in disbelief. “What do you think I am? A substitute player you can call in when your star gets injured? Do you think my heart is a hotel you can check out of and back into whenever you like?” “It’s just a technical matter, Cas,” he replied lightly. “Vivian wants a status, so I’ll give it to her for now. Once my curiosity about her is satisfied, I’ll kick her out and come back to you. You’re the best wife when it comes to running a household—I know that. I just need some variety.”

“The chairwoman wants me to be married to Rose due to business, breaking the news that I'm in love with someone that isn't my real wife would also damage the stock.” “You are doomed… You are so doomed, so in sixteen words, you fell in love with your wife's substitute, and now your wife wants that substitute dead?” Greg pressed. I cut him a sharp glance, my eyes narrowing into slits as I gave him the side-eye. It was a look that said, "You're beginning to piss me off, back off before things get ugly." And he understood immediately. “Oh,” he murmured, lowering his head in an apology, “I went too far, I'll try my best to find proof so the wife doesn't kill the substitute.”

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

He left her long back ago behind his lost paths of where they met but today the destiny brought them along again in such a good day. His wife was waiting for him but here he was standing face to face with his ex warning her to stay out of her life. The sky darkened with his orbs which were throwing dagger at her side while she instead of being petrified matched his gaze with a evilly smirk dancing on her lips. "How dare you make my wife cry?", he growled. He was losing his patience as his wife's tears was piercing his heart inch by inch. "Ohh so she cried near you playing a damsel in disguise role", she laughs mockingly adding fuel to his anger.

I said, and she started laughing. “Oh gosh, are you a clown?” She confused me with her question: “Damian was never yours, he married you as a substitute, you were never his wife, I was always his, how can you stand here and call yourself his wife?” She said, and she was right—I was a substitute, but I was not going to let that sadden me, it was the past, and I was glad I was over it. “The point here is, if there was understanding, you could have stood up and helped me when I needed help,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

“You left, Nina. You disappeared without a word, and I thought you were dead. What exactly was I supposed to hold on to?” Her smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something that resembled guilt, but it was gone just as quickly. “I had my reasons.” “Whatever,” I said nonchalantly. For once, she looked taken aback, her lips parting as though searching for a response. But then her expression hardened. “So that’s it? You’ve replaced me with her?” My jaw clenched. “Her name is Benita, and she’s my wife.” Nina scoffed. “Your wife? The same one you’ve made miserable, or so I’ve heard?”