The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

He placed one hand behind his back and extended his right hand, covered by a white glove. Reluctantly, Nola placed her sister’s hand in his palm. Then she lowered her voice and warned him, “If you dare bully my sister, you are dead.” A wicked smile curved Soren’s lips. She really was fierce. Nola stepped aside. Soren held Meryl’s hand and led her to stand with him at the altar. The murmuring below grew even louder. Everyone was questioning why the bride had been replaced. Calder stepped onto the platform, took the microphone, and offered an explanation.

What's up with me? Until I gasped for breath, I was running out of words to say to him. "All you have to do is sign here so we can be married, I won't take you away from your girlfriend! If you want we can do some arrangements for this contract wedding like I'll pay for our annulment. I'll take all the responsibilities in case Kim will find out about this fake wedding. I'll do all the talk." "It's still a no," Travis said without any emotion. To be honest I am running out of hope.

I said but the groom grabbed my hand. “No you can’t go. You’ll be the substitute bride.” He said and dragged my back to the altar. I sighed dramatically. “I’m always the substitute when will I be the first choice?” “Shush your mouth and let’s get this over with.” He hissed and faced the priest like nothing happened. “We’re ready father.” He said and smiled. I scoffed God doesn’t want two faced people! But seriously… Is this for real? Am I going to marry someone I don’t even know?

After securing my chocolate brown hair in an elegant bun, the maid skillfully adjusted the delicate lace-edged vintage bridal veil. I would wake up every morning to see myself in the mirror covered in scars, but today was a completely different day. All my scars and wounds were concealed, and I never thought I could look this beautiful. Everything felt like a dream, and I wished with all my heart that I could marry my beloved mate. However, the harsh reality came crashing down on me, and I realized that I had to play the role of a substitute bride for the ruthless Alpha. “How long is it going to take, huh?”

This was so unlike him and Nora trembled like leaves on a windy day. He looked at her on the floor. Something shifted in his expression like a decision being made behind those ruined eyes. Final and immovable. "You're not going home," he said. Nora looked up at him. "What?" "Lena is gone." He said it flatly, as though reporting the weather. "The wedding is in four days. Everything is arranged. The families are expecting it. The contracts are signed." He set the bottle down. "You look exactly like her. Anyone who doesn't know you well enough would never know the difference."

Only a profound, chilling indifference. "You wanted a bride, Shen," Julian said, standing up. The light in the room seemed to bend toward him. "But you weren't strong enough to hold the Sun. Security will escort you out. You are barred from Sterling property, and your name has been erased from the Ashford registry." As the security team led the sobbing Lu family out, Julian felt the heavy weight of the "Substitute Bride" mantle finally fall away. Victor reached out, taking Julian’s hand and kissing his knuckles in front of the remaining board members. "Well played, my Emperor."

They told me to pit on my sister's wedding dress, to replace Anita, at the altar. There was no room for argument, nor was I given the choice to say no. I was to be the figurehead, the stand- in bride who would fufil the ceremony in Anita's absence. There were no word of blessings and no well wishes for a happy future. instead, what I recieved were instructions “to be a good wife”. This was how it all started.

She was already imagining what Dylan will do to her when he finds out the truth, what will happen to her when he finds out he was married to her, the ugly one and not her beautiful sister. Dylan frowned deeply, his bride was taking so much time to answer and it was getting on his nerves, he was a man with little patience. The priest cleared his throat loudly, then he repeated his question. "Do you, Jenner Harper, take Dylan Blackwood to be your husband?" Dylan nudged her arm, bringing her back to reality. "I i do." Amelia stuttered. A small smile appeared on Dylan's lips. "Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Jenner Harper to be your wife?."