The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

"You can only go to the underworld to see her." Mom's smirk froze as Dad's expression turned grim. I floated behind Alex as I looked at his straight back, my heart aching. Mom's shock quickly faded as she commented disdainfully, "Ridiculous! To avoid going home for an arranged marriage and to get money from me, she even lied about her own death. She's really got some nerve!" Seeing how confident they were that I was lying, I only found it ridiculous. At the same time, it seemed only natural that they could not believe it. They only remembered me at this point in time to make me marry in Kelly's place.

I tried to stay strong, keeping my chin lifted and my spine straight even as my legs threatened to give out. The murmurs rippled through the hall—some pitying, most approving. "Finally," I heard one noble whisper. "The substitute was always a mistake. Seraphina is the right bride to make this union work. It was always supposed to be her. I am glad this mistake will be fixed today.” The words cut deep. I felt exposed, like the substitute every Varkas had always known I was. Cassian's announcement continued with details about the ceremony, the legal proceedings, the signing of the documents. . .I lost track of it all. I couldn't keep listening. It was too painful for me.

“Tiana, come back to me, okay? This time, I’ll give you the grandest wedding. You’ll wear the most beautiful wedding dress.” Zack frowned and kicked him away. “Don’t touch my wife.” Watching Shawn fall to the ground, I thought of the child I had lost, and my eyes welled up with tears. “Shawn, you disgust me.” My whole body trembled, but the tears still flowed down my cheeks. “Five years ago, when you made me wear a bridesmaid’s dress, I was carrying your child! That night, you never came looking for me in that heavy rain. You didn’t care whether a pregnant woman like me might be in danger.

as he held my hand and helped me climb the stairs to the stage. It was a strange feeling as he held my hand. Everyone was looking very happy. But it seemed he was sad. I could understand his state of mind. He was actually in love with someone else and was supposed to get married to her. And here he was getting married to me instead. The girl, whom he always avoided like plague. What should I expect from him in this marriage,I was just a substitute bride to him. After all I have always kept the feelings I had for him to my self.

The hanging crystal chandelier mirrored the light that came from the moon outside, casting slivers of subtle colors around the bed. This almost felt romantic, but I knew better than to think like that. My childhood innocence and dreams had long been gone, taken away by the cruelty of my world. I knew there was something better somewhere. But I’d be too naive to think this marriage was going to give me that. After all, I was just a trade off for peace. I’m not even sure if I’m a worthy trade off. The lycans didn’t bargain for me. I was just the substitute bride.

"A contract? You’re selling me off? Why not Laurence? He’s the 'golden son' you’re always bragging about." My father finally looked up, his gaze icy. "This marriage was originally meant for Laurence. But Laurence is stuck in London. The Montefalcos won't wait. So, you are going to be his substitute. You will marry the girl and play the part for one year until your brother is ready to take over." My jaw tightened. A substitute? I was being used as a placeholder for my own brother. The insult stung more than the marriage itself. "And who is the lucky girl?" I asked, my voice dripping with venom. "Is it Aria? That mousy girl who followed me around like a lost puppy in freshman year?"

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

“Later, my grandfather came and knelt in front of my brother to threaten him with his life. Only then did my brother somewhat yield and was willing to substitute the ghost bride for another bride during the formal wedding.” Rose was astonished and petrified. Seven years ago, the plan she had hatched for Jay was still vivid in her mind. “I’m truly sorry, Sir Ares. Your bride had run into an accident and she might not be able to fulfill her bridal duty today.” Jay glanced at her, almost without any hesitation. “It doesn’t matter, you’ll do. Put on the veil and remember that you’re not allowed to lift it during the wedding.” She put her veil on and realized that it was made of a unique material

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.

" Daegal called, taking a step closer to her. Naomi clutched her head tightly as a wave of pain sliced through the middle of her hand and down her neck. The emperor, Chief Topher, his wife, and son rose from their seats and marched up the stairs to the altar. "Nerina? Speak to me, child. What is it?" Nerina's mother, Lolo Selene, asked. She laid her hands over Naomi’s, falling to her knees at the same time Naomi did. "What's happening to her?" The emperor questioned. "Fetch the healers! Daegal, do something for your bride!" He commanded.