The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

"She's married now to one if the country's powerful man." "I didn't peg her for the type to get married before her sister, Alecia has always been the lover." she chuckled slightly. An image of Valentina in a wedding dress at the back of her mind. It was a sad thing that she missed her daughter's wedding. The responsible one for that matter. "Capo sold her off.” Georgia deadpanned. “When the debt was too much he found someone to help in exchange to marry Miss Alecia off to him.” “What?!!”

“Make sure not to stumble upon him after you're done playing your role. I am his chosen bride, and he has his reason for needing a substitute for now.” I released a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. The chosen bride. What could make the prince not crown his chosen Luna but need a substitute instead? Isn't he ready to have a Luna? Am I going to take the blame or whatever on her behalf? It got me worried that instant, but her voice snapped me out. “Know your boundaries, omega.” she let out a sinister smile and made her way out of the room. I stood there, my feet glued to the floor.

she whispered. Richard folded his hands behind his back. "The guests don't know the bride personally. Most of them are business associates. The ceremony hasn't started, and the press hasn't seen her yet." He turned to Adrian. "The merger survives." Eva stared at him in disbelief. "You can't replace a bride like she's a missing decoration." "No," Richard replied calmly. "But we can replace a woman who has already chosen to leave." "I said no." Richard raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't asking you."

SOPHIA CENSATIO. "What?!!! A MARRIAGE CONTRACT?!." I bursted.

“What about our contract marriage? What about our kids?” She laughed harder this time. Sharp Almost mocking. Kids he plan to kill!!...kid he Abaddon “Our kids?” she said. “You really are funny. Ha ha ha” Axel stared at her, confusion flickering across his face. Did I get it wrong…? This is irony This is my wife!. “No,” she continued, her voice turning colder. “Maybe I look like your dead wife or whatever, but I’m not her. And trust me…” Her eyes met his, filled with quiet fire.

The priest asks, and he hesitates for a few seconds before he replies to the priest. "Yes, I do," He replies hesitantly. "Do you, Tracy Williams, take Ren Bradford as your lawfully wedded wife? To hold, and to cherish, to love, and to care for, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" The priest turns to Lilian and asks her. "Yes, I do," She replies after a few seconds of silence. She never imagined that she'd ever become a substitute bride, but turns out that it was her fate that she needs to embrace. It's the fate that she was destined to suffer in her lifetime.

“That part isn’t a problem. But because the procedure involves intimate physical contact, if I perform it in Miss Dean’s place, it counts as standing in as the bride. “A legal marital agreement would have to be signed, recognizing me as Blake Hall’s posthumous wife. So…” Sean cut me off sharply. “Drop the creepy supernatural nonsense. Just tell us how much you want.” Seeing that Sean looked ready to flip the table at any moment, Crystal hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and gave me an apologetic smile. “Please don’t mind him. Just charge whatever you normally would.” “Ten million for a substitute bride. To be paid by the bride’s family.”

And why did she have to do it without informing us? "There is no time. You'll replace your sister." He sighed. "What?" Shock clawed at me in unimaginable ways. "You heard me right! You will be the substitute bride for him." This was the last thing I expected to hear especially from my father who looked forward to the wedding. And although I liked Alpha Will, I didn't want him like this. "You can't do that Nick. Nina won't-"

Soon Benita appeared, “You called for me?” I nodded, “Let’s get married,” I declared. Her face turned pale. “Sorry?” “You’ll be getting married to me today, Benita,” I repeated, “As a substitute. Just until my real bride returns. The dress would be brought to you in a minute, get dressed and come out quickly… make sure your face is covered.” A sad, sarcastic laugh left her lips, “You too?” she asked, “You also want to use me like everyone else. Foolish me forgot for a while and assumed you were different.”

"Remember, you just need to follow what I say. Don't say anything even if someone asks. Keep your mouth shut like a doll that can't talk. Because you're just a substitute." Helga was stunned, her chest rumbling when Zean's last sentence was heard, somehow stabbing her chest. Just a substitute? What did he mean? That made Helga ask a new question. The large door in front of them opened shortly after. That's when Helga got one answer, Zean was getting married. But Helga was a substitute bride. However, there were still many questions that needed answers.