The Substitute Bride Novel Novels & Stories

"Your sister is gone. If Alessandro Moretti arrives at that altar and finds no bride, he will burn this house down with us inside it." I looked at the white silk dress spread across my bed. It was beautiful, expensive, and felt like a shroud. It belonged to Bianca. Everything always belonged to Bianca. She was the golden daughter, the one promised to the Devil of the Moretti family. I was just the shadow that cleaned up her messes. And now, she had run away with a rival, leaving me to face the monster in her place. "He’ll know," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I am not her. He met her at the gala. He’ll see my face and realize you lied to him."

“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 whispers followed us everywhere. Even after Adrian and I had stepped fully into the ballroom, I could still feel hundreds of curious eyes lingering on us. "They actually came together?" "I heard they don't even live like husband and wife." "Who is she?" "That's Celia Rowan." "The substitute bride?" "I expected someone... different." I lowered my eyes. No matter how expensive the gown was, No matter how carefully my hair had been styled, I was still the woman who had stolen another bride's place in their eyes.

Her surname was her mother's maiden name. Grace Adaeze Bridges. Dead four years. Naomi had taken her mother's surname name after she died and quietly buried the one she was born with, the one on her original birth certificate that Darius had spent most of the night tracking down through Lagos civil records and a contact who owed him a favour. I read the name on that birth certificate slowly. Then I sat back in my chair and looked at the ceiling for a long moment. NAOMI COLE. Cole. As in Vivienne Cole. As in the woman who was supposed to be standing at my altar yesterday morning. As in the real bride.

"A contract? You’re selling me off? Why not Laurence? He’s the 'golden son' you’re always bragging about." My father finally looked up, his gaze icy. "This marriage was originally meant for Laurence. But Laurence is stuck in London. The Montefalcos won't wait. So, you are going to be his substitute. You will marry the girl and play the part for one year until your brother is ready to take over." My jaw tightened. A substitute? I was being used as a placeholder for my own brother. The insult stung more than the marriage itself. "And who is the lucky girl?" I asked, my voice dripping with venom. "Is it Aria? That mousy girl who followed me around like a lost puppy in freshman year?"

There was no way I was going to let them see how frightened and alone I felt. I was there as a substitute for my sister Diana, who had escaped the grip of our uncle before landing in the very position I now found myself in. Even when I had helped my sister to get away, I never expected that I would be the one selected as the mate for the alpha. It was Diana whom our royal family had offered to the courts as a substitute mate for the newly widowed Dean, the alpha leader of New Orleans' largest werewolf race. I had never actually laid my eyes on him before, but I had heard plenty about him. He was said to be one of the strongest leaders ever known, a fierce warrior who ascended to his position

Still in her vivid smile she asks,“You must be the new bride, right?" I nod, still contemplating if I've seen her before or not. She appears nice due to her manner of approach. “My name is Hannah and I am...." She couldn't finish her words before a steely voice interrupted her. “A substitute wife or I must say a pitiful wife to be."

This case, for example, had put Sylvie in the way of a beast. Neil winced at force of the impact. He tilted his head and looked at Sylvie who was trying to find something to balance herself. She stretched out her hand and took hold of something trying not to fall forward. Instead, as she balanced herself, she felt her pillar tremble. ‘Do pillars do that?’ she asked herself. Neil was in immense pain and pleasure. He looked at the oblivious lass and felt his whole world crumble as he was now aroused. Elsewhere, Dominic was still trying to understand why Jade would say no. it wasn’t like he was ugly and neither was he poor. He didn’t get the point.

Cristine suddenly said, "Is William treating you badly? Doesn't he give you a large allowance? If he's that kind of man, It's fortunate I didn't marry him. By the way, have you had sex with him?" Crista froze, stunned and humiliated. A lot of people had said that William was a Devil, and now Cristine was saying the same thing - but instead of telling him to his face, they avoided him. Was this the reason why she became the substitute bride of her sister? "I see," said Cristine, smirking at the look on Crista's face. "Well, don't become bitter, Crista. In the end, it's still good to have a man. Just try to enjoy yourself.!" Without saying goodbye, she stood and walked out the coffee shop, lea

He spoke with his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I didn’t see anything like that.” There was a tick in his jaw and his muscles clenched in annoyance. “Really? Where is your phone” Iris didn’t like the glee in his eyes but still pulled out the phone from the pocket of her sweatshirt. “Go to the browser and type in your name” He instructed and Iris silently followed his orders. She gasped when numerous articles poured out, all with admiration for Luca Rutherford’s stunning new bride. “Go on, open one and read” Luca urged and Iris obeyed. She read a lot of them until she realized why she had been asked to read them.