The Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

She placed her hands on my cheeks and whispered, "You know you won't find anyone except me who loves you crazily. " I pushed her away from me. She fell on the floor but I didn't care. I clenched my jaw tightly and replied, "For your kind information, I. Am. Married. And even that too for two years." Surprise and shock was prominent on her face. She became surprised in process of surprising me. Good! I was satisfied. "You...who married you?" She asked in a shaky voice, "You have a wife!! How could you do that to me?" I was feeling disgusted now. I gave her a death glare, "You are here just as a replacement of Jack. Don't get yourself replaced like him."

he said with a smirk. “That woman really has a cat's life. She won't die.” “Fuck. Why is my plan always ruining? I know Alvarez is coming here.” Her eyebrows rose. “Will he still come here? Even if his wife is no longer here? Will he commit a suicide?” I turned to the woman. My forehead furrowed. Why not? She and Ayiesha look like the woman, Alvarez's wife. “You were the replacement of Ayiesha Alvarez.” The man smiled at the woman.

“You’re supposed to be my fiancé, Ethan. Mine. And yet you’re out here playing house with that pathetic excuse for a woman! A complete nobody!” "First of all," I hissed, stepping closer to her, "I am not your fiancé. That arrangement ended the second you slept with my brother. Or did you conveniently forget that part of the story?" Her face flushed with anger, but she didn’t back down. “Oh, please. That was a mistake, and we both know it. But you—you're making this public spectacle, parading her around like she’s some sort of replacement—” “She’s not a replacement,” I cut her off coldly. “She’s my wife.”

"Goodbye." Now that that girl was a threat. She has to die. All he needed was proper planning. He knew where she was. He'd just send an assassin after her when he knew enough about her. Too bad you were born with the wrong face. *** Mr Contreras ran his hand through the telephone wondering what he would tell his wife. After the death of their Ema, That girl. had been their redemption. A gift from the river goddess. "Hello." He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening.

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

She is obviously not in good terms with her mother in law, this might be due to the rumors that Michael’s father was originally supposed to marry Madam Lawrence but feel in love with the current Madam Andrews. “Good afternoon, Madam Lawrence. It has really been a while” Madam Andrews says perfunctorily. “Oh, is this not your new daughter in law? I heard that the Hawkins family swapped out the original bride is that true? That is so sad.” She says with mocking concern. “Yes that happened but I will say it’s for the best, I mean we love our current daughter in law.” Madam Andrews says holding Evelyn’s hand while Evelyn smiles gratefully. This is the first time that someone has stood up for her

“I love Ava. I’ve always loved her.” I stumbled back, my chest tight, my vision blurring with tears. “What… What are you saying? You told me… you told me you loved me!” “You were a replacement,” he said. “Something to replace her until she came back.” Replacement. The walls seemed to close in on me, and breathing became harder. Ava turned to me then, a smile playing on her lip, “Did you really think you could keep him?” she taunted. “He was always mine, Emma. You were just… convenient but now I'm back.”

Marcellus’s lips curled ever so slightly, his expression twisting into something like a cruel smile—a look of satisfaction that came with tearing the veil off a terrible secret. Elias lurched to his feet, his chest heaving, fury radiating from every line of his body. His voice thundered, unable to mask the rage boiling over. “What are you talking about?!” “I mean this—” Marcellus’s eyes narrowed into slits of steel, his tone cutting, decisive, unyielding. “The woman you call Livia… she is no longer Livia. No—her body remains the same, but her soul… her soul has already been replaced by another.”

"Now she has six months and I don't have the right to decide she doesn't get this just because I'm not ready." I stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the street was ordinary. A woman walking a dog. A man on his phone. The city doing its regular evening things is completely indifferent to the conversation happening in my living room. The truth was I had expected this moment to come eventually, in some form. Not this exact shape, not a dying grandmother, but some version of Elias Voss reappearing. I had told myself I was prepared for it. Now that it was here, I understood that prepared and ready were two different things.

I said “Can’t we just find her, I’ll help look I swear. She is the one who left, don’t punish me like this.” I’d give anything to get out of this, I wish Liam were here he would know what to do. “She’s gone,” she said. “So that’s it?” I asked. “You replaced her with me?” “Don’t you even care where your daughter is?” I added. She did not answer. I pulled my hand away slowly looking at the room full of people who expected me to just go along with this. I could hear people downstairs laughing and talking like nothing was wrong as if this wedding was still going to happen.