The Substitute Bride Full Episodes Novels & Stories

she says and the priest calls from afar. “can we proceed the bride is here” and the news is all over the internet and T.V that the bride is back and Brianna saw the news pops up on her cellphone as she was scrolling through her phone and her mood change and she quickly open websit and turn on the T.V to where the wedding will be shown live and she sees Manuel waiting for the bride father to bring her and she was surprised to see her and she flashes back to her men pouring a petrol on the car and she throwing a lighter on it and she says to herself.

The priest asks, and he hesitates for a few seconds before he replies to the priest. "Yes, I do," He replies hesitantly. "Do you, Tracy Williams, take Ren Bradford as your lawfully wedded wife? To hold, and to cherish, to love, and to care for, in sickness and in health, till death do you apart?" The priest turns to Lilian and asks her. "Yes, I do," She replies after a few seconds of silence. She never imagined that she'd ever become a substitute bride, but turns out that it was her fate that she needs to embrace. It's the fate that she was destined to suffer in her lifetime.

Until death do us part. Then it was my turn. I opened my mouth. And for one terrible, stretched-out second, my mind went completely blank. Not because I was nervous. Not because I'd forgotten the words. But because standing there in Vivienne's dress, holding Vivienne's flowers, I suddenly became acutely aware that this entire morning had been designed for someone else. The chair arrangements, the registrar, the seven witnesses, the man beside me, none of it had ever been meant for me. I was a substitute. A stand-in. A clause in a contract.

,"What? I was just ask to deliver the gowns. Now I am ask to stand in for the absentee bride?" "I'm Sorry MIss?" "Alina Jones." too bad she fall on the bait of telling her name. " Please Miss Alina Jones It would just be for a while, We will make it worth your while." So she obliged took step after step to the altar. Just like a lamb who was lead to the slaughter.

It was the most he could do. Also, Elenore hated to see her father share his love for a stranger girl. She believed I was a thief who had stolen her father’s attention. So her hatred am*ssed through time. However, at least I had my bed and clean sheets, and I was grateful to have my father, so I agreed to the conditions of becoming a substitute bride. He was the only one I had and losing him could take the reason for staying alive from me. After a long extended moment, all the memories of the Levine family were scattered into fractions and I appeared in Edward’s villa.

She smiled in rehearsals, played the part of the docile bride, and promised to save our father’s crumbling empire with her dowry of submission. But Bianca disappeared last night. No note. No goodbye. Just a shattered phone, a bloodstained scarf, and a phone call from a blocked number at 3 a.m. Only two words: "She's gone." The next morning, my father was pale and shaking, sweat beading under his temple like he’d aged ten years in one night. “You’ll take her place,” he said with dead eyes. “Or the De Lucas will kill us all.” And just like that, I became the substitute bride.

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.

And why did she have to do it without informing us? "There is no time. You'll replace your sister." He sighed. "What?" Shock clawed at me in unimaginable ways. "You heard me right! You will be the substitute bride for him." This was the last thing I expected to hear especially from my father who looked forward to the wedding. And although I liked Alpha Will, I didn't want him like this. "You can't do that Nick. Nina won't-"

She read it. She stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the grey sweater and she read the headline and she felt the specific quality of something you have been managing against for thirty-seven days arriving anyway, arriving in the specific form you had imagined in the dark at three and four and five in the morning, arriving not as the feared possibility but as the accomplished fact. BILLIONAIRE FOOLED: BRIDE SWAP SCANDAL. Her face. Victoria's face. Side by side. Someone had done the work.

But I wasn’t marrying a prince; I was marrying a man I knew I loved but had promised to hate—a man who would never love me in return. "You look absolutely stunning, my dear." My mother's voice broke through my swirling thoughts, and I turned to see her at the door, watching me with a warm smile. Corine Parker, always elegant and composed, stepped into the room. She had aged beautifully, her face radiating warmth, but today, there was a quiet sadness in her eyes that mirrored my own. "Thank you, Mama." My voice was tight, revealing the anxiety I couldn’t conceal. I felt beautiful—the dress, the makeup, the hair all contributed to the image of a bride on her wedding day, a woman who was meant