The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

Here she saw her mother handing over to her, a box that looked like a treasure box with the dagger she held earlier sitting at the top of the box. However, Karen's best friend heard that Karen has been chosen to be a substitute bride. "Karen!" Paulo tapped her out of her sleep. "Hey! What's up?" She greeted him. "I have not seen you all day so I decided to stop b," Paulo said. "I went hunting today and when I got back I saw the whole place in chaos," Paulo said. "Thanks, buddy." She appreciated him. "I heard that you've been chosen as a substitute bride for Prince Alexander," Paulo added.

I was not sure I had heard him right. With an angry look in his eyes, he thundered, his fist slamming on the table. "You're getting married to the Prince." He repeated and I gasped. "I'm not supposed to get married to the Prince." I clapped back, with a confused look on my face. "What? You're mateless. You're the perfect fit." He replied and I gasped. "What about Kira? She was betrothed to the Prince. Why me?" I asked. I could not believe I would be a substitute for my sister.

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.

"I was just being silly for a moment. The person I love is you. Don't leave me..." "The wedding will continue." Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. But then the man said in a cold tone, "The bride is to be replaced. Sigrid will be the one to be married." "Sigrid, "???"

Just before I came to the observatory last night, I had asked Mateo to research Alpha William's family, his daughters, and everything and then get back to me. This morning when I went to get her coffee and cookies, he showed me what he had found and just like suspected, my beloved wife was not the bride I was meant to be wedded to in the first place. She was the other sister, Clara Williams. Cassandra Williams had not been seen since the day I got married. It was at that moment I started fixing the puzzle pieces. Cassandra Williams, my supposed bride had run away on our wedding day and Clara was asked to take her place and marry me. Now I could see why she despised me at the beginning. The r

But I wasn’t marrying a prince; I was marrying a man I knew I loved but had promised to hate—a man who would never love me in return. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear." My mother's voice broke through my swirling thoughts, and I turned to see her at the door, watching me with a warm smile. Corine Parker, always elegant and composed, stepped into the room. She had aged beautifully, her face radiating warmth, but today, there was a quiet sadness in her eyes that mirrored my own. "Thank you, Mama." My voice was tight, revealing the anxiety I couldn’t conceal. I felt beautiful—the dress, the makeup, the hair all contributed to the image of a bride on her wedding day, a woman who was meant

He clenched his fists, maintaining a calm expression, but he was facing the worst-case scenario. He had been deceived. The real one—the woman who was supposed to be there—had vanished and handed him off to a substitute. And he? He was about to sign a marriage contract with a complete stranger in front of the entire society. But Andrews Westwood would never allow himself to be seen as a humiliated and fooled man. His face remained unreadable. No emotion showed as the bride came to stand beside him. The veil was lifted, revealing a face he had never seen up close before. The camera flashes began capturing every second—and in that moment, Andrews’ bride was presented to the world.

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

he cut in, "and say the bride was injured due to your team's negligence…" I stared at him. My mouth opened. He kept going, voice soft, almost casual. "I could frame that as attempted harm. At the very least, gross professional negligence leading to material and reputational damage." I… couldn’t breathe. "You’re fucking out of your mind!" He only raised an eyebrow. No anger on his face. No emotion. Just a thin, terrifying patience. "This isn’t personal," he said quietly. "It’s a solution. You choose: Be my substitute bride, or pay me 20 times the deposit as a penalty?"

The Wedding Day The cab pulled up to Elysian Grand Hall, the place already buzzing with flashing cameras and murmurs. I stepped out in a deep green dress that hugged my body just right, a silk scarf over my hair, and large sunglasses covering most of my face. Calm on the outside. Boiling inside. Two security guards stopped me at the entrance. “Invitation?” one asked. “I’m the bride’s sister,” I said, holding up an old photo of me, Emily, and Vivian at a gala. “Family.” They exchanged looks. One raised a brow, clearly not expecting that. The other studied the picture, then gave a nod, “Go ahead.”