The Substitute Bride Full Episodes Novels & Stories

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

At first, I feel the blood rise and my cheeks grow hot, but I am as adept at controlling my emotions when desired as Dean is at hiding his. Some in the crowd then began to jeer and shout out things like, "She is a substitute to a substitute! She is not worthy!" Others seemed more sympathetic toward the beautiful young woman before them. Exclamations of, "Such a beauty!" and "She is tantalizing, the perfect mate!" began to rise from among some of the more sympathetic in the crowd. I showed no reaction. I was not about to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing their words affect me. Why isn't he saying something?

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"

Everyone who had looked at the substitute bride and seen exactly what the title said. I thought about all of them. Then I got up. Jade arrived at eight with coffee and the kind of focused, practical energy that was its own form of love. We went through the final preparations for two hours. Hair and makeup arrived at nine, the team Diana had arranged, professional and quiet and efficient. I sat in the chair by the window and looked at the city while they worked and thought about nothing in particular and everything at once. Alexander appeared at ten with a message from Torres.

He had thought everything would just end as a contract but things wasn't really going as planned. His heart is beating for someone else now, someone other than his wife. His heart is beating for his substitute bride, Layla. The girl he had never thought he would pick interest in. The always different, weird and always complaining substitute of his, the girl he had always prayed the contract with her would end soon then, and now that he thought he was going to be free from her, things took a turn. He has fallen so much for her and no matter how much he try to deny or hide it, it's still the truth. Should he continue denying the reality or face the reality that he truly feels a thing for his r

“That part isn’t a problem. But because the procedure involves intimate physical contact, if I perform it in Miss Dean’s place, it counts as standing in as the bride. “A legal marital agreement would have to be signed, recognizing me as Blake Hall’s posthumous wife. So…” Sean cut me off sharply. “Drop the creepy supernatural nonsense. Just tell us how much you want.” Seeing that Sean looked ready to flip the table at any moment, Crystal hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and gave me an apologetic smile. “Please don’t mind him. Just charge whatever you normally would.” “Ten million for a substitute bride. To be paid by the bride’s family.”

The hall fell silent as The guests exchanged nervous glances amongst them but Nobody wanted to be the first to speak as they were scared they could face the wrath of the sterling Family. Alexander slowly turned toward the wedding coordinator. “Find out who did this.” The woman nearly stumbled over her own feet at the utterance from Alexander. “Y-Yes, Mr. Sterling.” Several technicians rushed toward the equipment station and The whispers started again almost immediately. “The substitute bride definitely planned this.” “Exactly who else could it be?” “She prolly wanted attention to herself like a starved mistress.” “Or could it be that She wanted revenge?” Amelia’s hands trembled. “No…”

“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.”

Wade mentioned wasn't as simple as he'd claimed! What were they trying to do? Make her humiliate herself on her wedding night, completely offending the Russell family? The heat waves grew increasingly fierce, threatening to devour her rationality. She forced herself through the wedding ceremony—a mockery without a groom present. The guests' glances were filled with sympathy, pity, and undisguised schadenfreude. "So this is the substitute bride? She's pretty, what a shame she'll be married to a vegetable." "I heard Rupert Russell is down to his last breath. The York family must be desperate for money to push their daughter into this hellhole."

The kind of gesture that said everything about what this was and nothing at all about what it wasn’t. The guests applauded. I kept my face still. Damien straightened and looked at me again and for just a fraction of a second something moved behind those blue eyes that I couldn’t identify before it was gone completely. Then he offered me his arm. I took it. We walked back down the aisle together, two hundred people watching, music playing, flowers everywhere, and I was Mrs. Blackwood, I was actually Mrs. Blackwood, and I felt absolutely nothing like a bride. I felt like a substitute.