The Substitute Bride Novel Novels & Stories

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.

"But, Mrs--Mommy, I mean. Our wedding--" "Yeah, perfect!" Michelle quickly cut off Rose's words. "Robert made the right choice out of the many follies in his life." "But I'm just a substitute," Rose sighed softly. Looking at her two squeezing hands, she lowered her head, "Rosa's replacement and Ruby's," her squeak trembled. Sick! Rose's chest was twitching painfully. The happiness she had promised Ryan on the cruise ship evaporated with the sea breeze. The Miami mainland and the air smack Rose because she was just a surrogate bride.

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

Caleb hit hard. "It's fine if he doesn't marry me, I just can't stand seeing Lorraine taking my place and living a good life." Sienna was full of jealousy. In the past, she had let Lorraine replace her, only because they didn't dare to offend the Mercer family, and couldn't directly break off the engagement. They sent a young girl to marry a blind man. The blind person is not blind anymore, and this family has changed their mind again. The next morning. "Grandma, are you going out?"

“You’re so beautiful.” Then I chuckled. “Right. Of course. We look the same.” I talked to her for nearly half an hour. She didn’t respond, but I didn’t stop. I told her everything I could. I wanted to believe she could hear me. James stayed quietly in the background. Watching me like I’d lost it, talking to someone deep in sleep. I made the most of every second. Because tomorrow, I would no longer be Noami. I would be Normani Arvenze—the wife of Dr. Fabio Arvenze.

I told her. She looked up. “Then what?” “To remind you what a substitute bride is,” I said, stepping into the cell. “Temporary. Replaceable.” She smiled slowly. “And yet… irreplaceable enough to drag into your madness.” I placed the ring in her palm. “When you put this on again,” I said, “you’ll kneel.” She met my gaze, unblinking. “And when I rise?” she asked. I leaned in. “You’ll rise… as mine. Or not at all.

"She drove herself off a bridge on her wedding day. But her body was never found." I saw Isabella's mouth open and close like she didn't know what to say. Honestly, there was nothing to say. "I thought maybe I was just seeing things... or wishing too hard," I added, grabbing a pack of ginger chews. "But now..." And then I saw her. Across the aisle. Again. That same brown hair, that same white dress fluttered behind her legs. She walked past the cleaning supplies section, head slightly lowered. "Sara!" I shouted, not even thinking.

His hands rested on the arms of the wheelchair, relaxed but ready. And he was staring at her like she was an inconvenience. "This is her?" His voice was low and rough, like he didn't use it often. "Yes, Your Highness," Thea said. "Lyra Hale. The substitute bride from the South." Substitute. The word hung in the air like an insult. Rowan's gaze traveled over Lyra slowly. Her travel-stained clothes, her messy braid and her pale face. She lifted her chin and stared back, refusing to look away first.

" Lena collapsed onto the floor completely, her face ashen and lifeless. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in a small seaside town, I was getting married. The sea breeze carried a damp, salty smell. I sat by my window, looking outside, my eyes going warm. A bridal carriage stood in the yard. Its frame was carved from fine golden rosewood, the details worked with painstaking care. What caught the eye most, though, were the countless pearls set into the wood—each one round and full, like scattered moonlight. Everyone who saw it couldn't help but gasp. "Good Lord, what did this cost?" Susan stood beside me, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of her eyes. "As long as my girl's happy, that's al

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?