The Bride's Substitute Novels & Stories

“Um, how much did you hear?” “Just that I’m to be a substitute bride to the most reluctant of husbands there is.” “Sebastian is going through some things. That is why he is the way he is. Usually, though, he is the nicest and most down-to-earth billionaire that anyone will ever meet, or at least that I've ever met.” “I take it then that you’ve met many billionaires.” A faint blush stained Belinda’s cheek, but she ignored Carol’s statement. “So, your sister’s wedding dress is still in her room. It is already prepared, so you just have to wear it. I’ll do your makeup as I was to do for your sister.”

He opened his eyes and starred intensely at my face and briefly nodded. "Well...it never really went away. In fact, it kinda intensified instead. Which is why I kinda jumped at the chance to step in as your 'substitute' bride when Carrie ran off. I really wanted to be your wife and thought I'd have time to make you fall in love with me so our marriage would become real." "It IS real." He interrupted me.

My heart was in pain for him but there was nothing I could do other than keep him safe. "Is he treating you appropriately?" "Father, thank you for talking to my supervisor. A bit about my husband, all of you were wrong. He is an extremely reasonable person and adores me." "Not cruel? No way! He is as cold as ice!" "Rumors! I *ssure you that he is not at least cruel to me." "I'm glad you re*ssured me this but how come you say that? What about his reputation?" "Father, he knows that I'm the substitute bride. He has promised not to make things difficult for you."

Dylan said, his eyebrows furrowed at Aaron. "I have found a substitute bride till l find Lisa!" Aaron declared, his face devoid of any emotion. "Whattt? Are you being serious right now? Who is she?" Dylan asked, a glint of confusion could be seen on his face. "The gardener's granddaughter l guess. That was what she said. I don't really know her and l don't care to know. I caught her snooping and eavesdropping on l and my mom yesterday, so her punishment was to become my substitute bride"

Natasha asked curiously. "You ask Mr. Mercer, I don't know. I haven't seen him yet." Funny enough, Dawson was blind in both eyes back then, so the wedding organized by the Mercer family was very low-key, just a few tables. Although Ryan went to the wedding banquet at that time, he did not see the bride. After the bride hastily served tea to the elders, she returned to the room and did not appear again. Since Dawson got married until now, there have been only a few people, like the Mercer family and the Gregory family.

He held me by my hand and took me to where we would be registered as husband and wife. So many thoughts ran through my head as I signed the papers that would make me his wife. What will he do to me if he finds out that I am a substitute bride? I was so uncomfortable with his presence. “We are finally married”. His voice jolted me back to reality. I didn't say a word to him because I didn't know how to respond to him. “My lord, it's an honor to be your father in law. I am handing my precious daughter to you. Do with her whatever you wish and if she gives you any headache, then go ahead and punish her the way you deem fit”.

My voice was thin, nothing like Bianca’s bold, confident tone. I felt Alessandro’s grip tighten on my hand. He didn't move, but I felt his energy change. It was like a predator sensing a shift in the wind. We exchanged rings. The gold band felt like a shackle. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." This was it. The moment the lie would break. My father held his breath. I closed my eyes, praying for a quick death. Alessandro reached out. His large hands gripped the edges of my veil. Slowly, he lifted it. The cool air hit my face, and I was forced to look at him.

"Like you manipulated hundreds of students at the Academy? Like you've been manipulating traditional packs through embedded brides for decades?" "That's conspiracy theory." He tries to dismiss it. "Is it?" I gesture at the replacement bride still standing at the altar. "This woman isn't Celeste Whitmore, she is a backup. Another Academy graduate sent to replace the real Celeste when she defected. How many backup brides do you have ready? How many marriages here are Council plants?" Several alphas turn to look at their wives with new suspicion. Some of those wives have the same empty eyes, the same mechanical precision that Celeste demonstrated.

The one who got away. Aurora disappeared the night she was supposed to marry him, and I became the substitute bride. The unwanted mute substitute bride. Mother works quickly, muttering more insults as she finishes her work, then leans back, shaking her head. "You know, it’s a real shame. If only you could produce an heir for Lord Ezra, then I wouldn’t have to work anymore. But no, nothing from your womb after all these years. Why can’t you just spread your legs and let him fuck you?”

The wedding day arrived like an execution. Elena stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the woman staring back was a stranger. Victoria's wedding dress was a masterpiece of Italian lace and silk, fitted so precisely it might have been sewn onto her body. The bodice hugged curves Elena didn't know she had, while the cathedral train pooled behind her like spilled cream. But it was her face that truly unsettled her.