The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

" I think there's a mix up somewhere because I'm only a stand in for your ex-fiancee , more like a substitute bride . And being wedded wasn't part of the arrangements, I only consented to it because you promised Rose's grandmother to marry her daughter. And because of me that precious granddaughter of hers is no more , so I'm making up for it by saying those lines ' I DO ' in her stead . So do not patronize me Liam by saying you're trying to fix things that weren't spoiled in the first place. "

“Thought you'd be too busy keeping up with your Botox appointments.” Her smile thinned. “Oh, please, Lucia. Let’s not pretend you belong here. You may have gotten the title, but you and I both know this isn’t real. Just a cover-up marriage, isn’t it?” My fingers twitched around the clutch in my hand. She leaned in slightly, voice low. “You think this changes anything? You’re still just the substitute bride. The one they picked to take my place when I said no.” My jaw tightened, but I stayed still.

He assured her, "Okay dear, bye and my regards to..." "Mom, I'll send your regards to her. Bye." He cut her off and bade his bye, hanging up the call immediately. "She wants the wedding to be in Palm Springs." "Then, a Palm Springs wedding it'll be, except it won't be between you and Julie." "What do you mean?" Robin asked confusedly, "We're getting a substitute bride for you." He announced and Robin was deadpanned.

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

My wedding back then was just a joke. I stood at the hindmost and watched the two of them walk to the front of the priest. The priest asked, "Bridegroom, Patrick Cowell, are you willing to accept Kelsi Clark as your wife?" "I'd like to." Patrick answered with no hesitation. Then, the priest asked, "You should be gentle to your wife. And respect and care for her and her parents. You should ensure that your body and mind will belong to her only. Can you promise her these in front of everyone?"

Eleanor sat beside my empty seat, her cane resting against her knee, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read, something between pride and grief. Isabella Blackwood sat across the aisle, elegant in pale blue, and when our eyes met she gave me a small, warm nod, like she was welcoming me into something instead of witnessing a transaction. Lucas stood beside Damian as his best man, and even now, even at his brother’s wedding, there was a restless energy in him, like he wanted to say something and knew better than to say it here.

Not a bride. > A queen.

I told her. She looked up. “Then what?” “To remind you what a substitute bride is,” I said, stepping into the cell. “Temporary. Replaceable.” She smiled slowly. “And yet… irreplaceable enough to drag into your madness.” I placed the ring in her palm. “When you put this on again,” I said, “you’ll kneel.” She met my gaze, unblinking. “And when I rise?” she asked. I leaned in. “You’ll rise… as mine. Or not at all.

Celine's POV 3 months later; Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared out of the window, wearing the dress that belonged to my step sister, Emilia. I still cannot believe that this was happening. Just yesterday, I had thought that I would be a guest at the wedding, and now, 24 hours later...I was the substitute bride who was about to walk down the aisle to marry a complete stranger. Rowan Sinclair. " Are you ready?" Eleanor, my step mother asked as she walked into the room

Soon, I was swaying, letting the rhythm guide me. --- Third Person’s Point of View Meanwhile, Mike was in another room with John. “What is it?” he asked. “The woman who acted as your bride earlier has been paid, sir,” John reported. Everything that happened tonight had been planned. She was hired to play the role of a gold digger in exchange for a large sum of money. The goal was simple: prevent the marriage from happening. To Mike, marriage had never mattered. He saw women as weak, unnecessary complications. His plan had always been clear—find someone to bear him a child, nothing more. But all of that shifted the moment this substitute bride entered his life.