The Substitute Bride Novel Novels & Stories

" 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. "

Beautiful yet entirely closed to her. He had not struck her. She had braced for it that first night after the forceful wedding, like he had threatened, and the night after, and the one after that. She had mapped exits in her mind, had slept lightly, cataloguing sounds. But Caleb Wren had not laid a hand on her. What he had done instead was something subtler, and in some ways more exhausting. He had looked through her. He had spoken to her the way one spoke to household staff — brief, functional, impersonal. He had said, plainly, on the third day of their marriage, that this arrangement existed to make her feel what she had made him feel. And he had kept that promise with a consistency that s

After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.” For the first time since I stepped into the room, I allowed my eyes to roam about. — It was the bride's dressing room. My lips spread into a broad smile and before I could realize what was happening, I was shrieking with laughter. Despite the look on his face, I couldn't stop myself from laughing so hard. “You? A substitute bride?” I laughed again. It was almost unbelievable that Finn Timber was my anonymous client that made me have sleepless nights. "This is crazy." I chuckled, locking eyes with Finn who had been staring.

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.

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.

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.

Another girl said, "What? You haven't read the Facebook newsfeed recently, right? On the day of their wedding, a yacht leaving the island was on fire. A burnt female corpse on the yacht was found. Do you know who it is?" "Who is it?" At this time, all the other girls at the table approached her and asked curiously. I quickly sat near to them and pretended to look at the menu on the table. In fact, I focused on the gossip of the girls. However, the girl deliberately lowered her voice. Although I tried quite hard, I could only hear some words like Archer's Group, bride, and marriage. The girls next to her had a look of realization on their faces. "Oh my God! How come there is someone so cruel

He turned me around to face him, his lips found mine as he kissed me deeply. He nipped my lips making me gasp, his tongue thrust into my mouth… “mmm” he moaned “I've missed you Nora” my eyes shot opened His word pulled me out of my fantasy reminding me that i was a replacement a substitute.

She said with that stern tone she always used to get her way. Hours later, I heard the commotion downstairs; her arrival. I reluctantly left my room dragging my feet as I walked down the down staircase. Then I saw her. My jaw clenched as recognition hit me like a freight train. It was her—the girl from last night. The one I’d shared an impulsive, reckless night with at the club. She stood there, looking as stunned as I felt, her eyes darting nervously towards mine. “Callum.” My father said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “This is your bride; her name is Marlowe.”

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