The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

“From my conversation with him, I was able to deduce two things. One, he isn’t aware of Talia’s demise as he seemed to have not seen her in a while.” "Huh? How can you be betrothed to someone and you don’t even know that the person died years ago? What kind of man is this?" I wondered inwardly Mother didn’t give me a chance to voice out my opinions as she kept on talking. “Two, with the way he spoke, I realized that he needs a bride as soon as possible so he would be open to taking a substitute so far he thinks that Talia isn’t here. With the way he hasn’t been active in Talia’s life enough to know about her death, it is safe to say he isn’t all that in love with her. Now that’s where you co

"The marriage ceremony will begin in half an hour and now the bride is missing. Do you even realize how dire our situation is now?" "Fuck!" Weylin cursed, massaging his temples. "Find any girl as soon as possible and bring her here. She will play our substitute bride. We cannot lose our face." "Yes, master." Bowing to Weylin Turner, his men immediately left in search of a girl for their master. It has been twenty minutes and still, there wasn't any news from his men. Weylin was pacing in his room, feeling as frustrated as ever. Jace was sitting on the chair, biting his lower lip out of tension.

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.

The bride switch was carried out successfully, but Eden’s family members are riled up by the fact that the substitute bride is Meelah of all people, and they are of the opinion that she disregarded her friendship with her friend just because of a man. At the reception, a few people called Meelah a betrayer, a lying scum, and cheater to her face while I stood there, shaking my head at how gullible they are because If only they knew the disaster Meelah helped them to avoid by substituting her best friend. Also, If only they knew what they were plunging Eden to, and things could have gotten worse if Meelah didn’t find her in time . Instead of celebrating a wedding this morning, we would have ga

His voice was cold, and from the way his brows were furrowed, he was just as much confused as I was. "A wedding will be held today." He says in finality. My mother's eyes aren't the only one that goes wide. "B-but Kathrine isn't here," my mother stutters. "I am aware that your eldest daughter isn't here, Dorothy, but remember that before this was a love match, it was a business arrangement, and in order for the business arrangement to be fulfilled, your daughter must marry my son." Her eyes land on me, and my body goes rigid. He couldn't possibly mean…

"I know I shouldn't have worn Rosie's wedding dress and taken her place in this wedding without your permission, but I just couldn't bear the thought of you facing the fallout alone. "Think about how humiliating it would be for a bride to not show up to her own wedding! Your friends and family are gathered here, so I can't let you embarrass yourself. Rosalie is capable of such cruelty, but I'm not. That's why I decided to replace her as your bride. You won't get mad at me, right?" She tightened her hold on his hand, her voice coquettish as she turned on the charm. However, Bradley didn't hear a word of what she said. All he could think of was her saying that Rosalie was the woman who shared

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

The whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

“You want to play the role of devoted little wife.” Her breathing turned shallow. “I… I just thought—” “You thought wrong.” I stopped barely a foot away from her. Close enough to see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her neck. Close enough that if I wanted to, I could push her down onto that couch and find out exactly how innocent my substitute bride really was. My cock twitched at the thought. *Down, you bastard. She’d probably faint again.*

His hands rested on the arms of the wheelchair, relaxed but ready. And he was staring at her like she was an inconvenience. "This is her?" His voice was low and rough, like he didn't use it often. "Yes, Your Highness," Thea said. "Lyra Hale. The substitute bride from the South." Substitute. The word hung in the air like an insult. Rowan's gaze traveled over Lyra slowly. Her travel-stained clothes, her messy braid and her pale face. She lifted her chin and stared back, refusing to look away first.