The Substitute Bride Full Episodes Novels & Stories

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.

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

“What about our contract marriage? What about our kids?” She laughed harder this time. Sharp Almost mocking. Kids he plan to kill!!...kid he Abaddon “Our kids?” she said. “You really are funny. Ha ha ha” Axel stared at her, confusion flickering across his face. Did I get it wrong…? This is irony This is my wife!. “No,” she continued, her voice turning colder. “Maybe I look like your dead wife or whatever, but I’m not her. And trust me…” Her eyes met his, filled with quiet fire.

" I think there's a mix up somewhere because I'm only a stand in for your ex-fiancee , more like a substitute bride . And being wedded wasn't part of the arrangements, I only consented to it because you promised Rose's grandmother to marry her daughter. And because of me that precious granddaughter of hers is no more , so I'm making up for it by saying those lines ' I DO ' in her stead . So do not patronize me Liam by saying you're trying to fix things that weren't spoiled in the first place. "

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.

The Substitute Bride Kourtney's POV I'm so nervous that I feel like my heart is going to come out of my rib cage, while it's beating so damn fast. "Why are they taking so long ?!" Irritated, I asked one of my guards. "They are on their way back here, Miss." He answered me without any emotion visible in his voice. "Are you sure ?! Because it feels like they're on their way here, since forever!" Due to great frustration, I couldn't stop myself from drinking another shot of whiskey, this time I didn't bother to transfer the alcohol to my glass. I drank it straight from the bottle.

“You want to play the role of devoted little wife.” Her breathing turned shallow. “I… I just thought—” “You thought wrong.” I stopped barely a foot away from her. Close enough to see the rapid flutter of her pulse at the base of her neck. Close enough that if I wanted to, I could push her down onto that couch and find out exactly how innocent my substitute bride really was. My cock twitched at the thought. *Down, you bastard. She’d probably faint again.*

“Why?! We can’t reach Mum too and you’re making no effort to find her or bring her back.” “Just leave that bitch out of this,” he hissed. “What? Bitch?! She is your wife, dad! She is my mother! Our mother!” “Shut up! That bitch is not my wife neither is she your mother!” “Dad!” “Why? You don’t believe it? She is not your mother! Agnes is your mother and she died after she gave birth to you! Charlotte is just a substitute!” He hollered. “W… what are you saying?” Emerald drew her brows together.

"Well, you already have a girlfriend, so why ask me to marry you? Just ask your lover." "If people talk to you, listen to them properly first, don't just go in the right ear and out the left ear. I told you earlier that because of the urgency of the situation and the fact that it is not possible to marry him shortly, that's why I need you to temporarily replace his position," said the handsome lecturer, who looked annoyed with Anya. "As a substitute? What does that mean, sir?" asked Anya who was increasingly confused by their conversation. "I'll explain everything, you listen carefully. Don't ask questions if I haven't permitted you."

“I thought control would keep everything from falling apart. It didn’t.” Lena looked down. “You’ve changed.” “So have you.” “How?” “You stopped asking permission.” A small smile touched her lips. “Maybe that’s because I got tired of being treated like a substitute.” Adrian’s expression softened. “You were never a substitute to me.” She looked at him. “You didn’t exactly make that clear.” “I know.” He stepped closer. “When I first saw you at the altar, I was angry because I thought someone had deliberately deceived me.” “You thought I was part of it.”