The Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

he is looking at me, his eyebrows pressed together like I have elf ears not him. " I heard you already, you'll sprain your neck" fuck I was shaking my head like a clown. Deep breath Ceslee you got this. he is husband I am wife, just need to behave like a wife with confidence. " thank you for your concern, hubby?." i feigned highly joyful voice as much as I can muster but elfman's eyebrows shoot to the sky and I knew I said something I shouldn't. " are you ok Lilith? Should I call the healer?" he looked at me with doubt. Damn, I need to behave moore like a regular loving wife

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

“It’s been too long, brother. How are you doing?" “I'm fine, marcella and you're looking good yourself,” Sebastian said, stepping back to introduce Lillian. “Marcella, this is my wife, Lillian.” Marcella’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about her, Lillian. But I thought you married her sister Katherine,” Her tone was cold. "Poor girl." Lillian extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcella.” Marcella ignored the gesture. “So, you must be very pleased with yourself, Lillian. Marrying your sister’s husband after she died. How heartless can you be?”

The dress looked beautiful, the makeup on her face almost flawless, but her heart felt empty. The door to the room opened slowly. A man in a navy suit entered, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a middle-aged woman. The woman smiled warmly, the same smile from the first time Victoria met her. As if... this wedding was a very exciting thing for her. “Meet, he is my dear nephew. Logan Ashford,” Grace Ashford's soft yet firm voice rang throughout the room. The woman smiled as she looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair beside her. “Your husband,” she added, with emphasis.

His face was unreadable, yet raging below. “You mean…” The voice of Damien became lower and darker. “She pretended to be my wife? You are attempting to inform me a that Alina had disappeared, a day before the wedding and no trace of her, and you had searched, and could not find her, and her location was off and the best thing you could think of is to take the place of her with her sister?” My father nodded. “Yes. It was the only choice we had.”

The dizziness I felt suddenly vanished as my heart sank and my stomach clenched hard, turning my fear to fury. “You have to replace Jimmie.” my mom stated coldly. “What??” I yelled. “I said you have to replace Jimmie.” “Come to think of it, The Royales haven't even met her for a start, so they won't even know.” She said boldly. “This is so messed up!” “How could you even think of that, mom?” “My sister was just murdered and what, I should replace her and supposedly marry her husband?” I scoffed amidst my utter shock.

"You were part of this. Don't act like you're innocent." "Oh, I know," she said calmly. "I helped hurt her in some ways. I won't deny that. But I'd never be her replacement. Your wife was a nice woman. A decent one. And you dumped her just because the sex got boring for you. Because you wanted something newer. Something exciting, you fail to understand that marriage is not all about sex, see, if marriage is all about sex, trust me nobody would want to get married, everybody knows their way to the bar."

She is his heartbeat, he can't imagine a second without him. She is blessed and happy about what happened a year before. He couldn't thank his star more for giving him, his love of life. It was her journey from a replaced bride to a desired wife. It was her journey to finding his soulmate. It was their journey, falling in love. .. The end. ... So...that was the epilogue. Can't believe I just posted the Epilogue of " His Replaced Bride". The whole journey seems like a dream, a very beautiful dream.

“Come in Ivy, we are to be engaged to marry in a few days. Once I return home with the bloody sheets, the marriage would happen even faster.. isn’t that what you wanted?” “We are counting on you Jada. We really are. The future happiness of your sister...” I took a sharp inhale. “Your father would be elated as well. All we have to do is bloody the darn sheets.” He rubbed his forehead like he was tired already. I didn’t know so much about the Donovan’s but I knew that his parents had been pressuring him into a new marriage after the death of his first wife. The whole world had taken to bullying him for being ‘gay’ since he wasn’t remarried.

I heard these heart wrenching whispers. “Five years of marriage and still no child. Poor thing.” “If I were Leonard, I’d be thinking about an heir by now.” “Or a second wife.” “She should just adopt one of these orphans. At least that way, she’d serve some purpose.” My breath hitched. My pulse slammed against my ribs, like a violent, caged thing that needed to be released. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t react. But damn, I felt it. God, I felt