The Substitute Bride Novel Novels & Stories

Celine's POV 3 months later; Tears gathered in my eyes as I stared out of the window, wearing the dress that belonged to my step sister, Emilia. I still cannot believe that this was happening. Just yesterday, I had thought that I would be a guest at the wedding, and now, 24 hours later...I was the substitute bride who was about to walk down the aisle to marry a complete stranger. Rowan Sinclair. " Are you ready?" Eleanor, my step mother asked as she walked into the room

Beatrice put the flower on her sister's tombstone and lit the candle. After that, she stood again and looked at the Name engraved on the stone. Beatrice smiled and tilted her head to Nate, who was looking at the tombstone. Beatrice knows that he is shocked because of what he sees now. "Nate, this is my sister, Margarett." Beatrice introduces Nate, "Margarett, this is Nate, my husband." She added, so Nate looked at her with a smile. Beatrice took a deep breath and looked at the sky.

He just asked me to attend the wedding, and that was how I found out that Brianna had become my substitute— the replacement bride. How convenient. Thinking back to the perfect image of love and happiness that shone through as I watched Adrian and Brianna get married, I couldn’t help but be spiteful. The wedding was mine in the first place. So, I had every right to object. I was the one who was to be wedded in the first place—not Brianna. Definitely not her. She couldn’t have this, not if I couldn’t. Not when it was all I have ever longed for and what I had just lost. True love, soulmates, a happy home. Warm and fuzzy that makes your heart swell with joy.

He assured her, "Okay dear, bye and my regards to..." "Mom, I'll send your regards to her. Bye." He cut her off and bade his bye, hanging up the call immediately. "She wants the wedding to be in Palm Springs." "Then, a Palm Springs wedding it'll be, except it won't be between you and Julie." "What do you mean?" Robin asked confusedly, "We're getting a substitute bride for you." He announced and Robin was deadpanned.

"Did you see that? The groom kissed the bride on her cheek!" "Do you think something is wrong?" "Well, there must be. Otherwise, how could the groom do this?" "I heard that the bride has no real family who could back her position. She was an adopted child but now look at her. She has become the Young Madam. Must be due to her looks." "The groom, he's a little shy." Madam Anderson glanced at the two women who kept murmuring to themselves like noisy bees with indifference. "And, the bride has always been a family to Anderson's."

Smiling and doing the happy tears thing even though until a moment ago, she had been very much wearing the same confused look as the rest of the congregation. Sophie wondered what her father had told his wife about the arrangements. Or if he had said anything at all. What was there to say really..? That she had been traded as easily as a common possession..? She still couldn't comprehend most of it anyway. And Somehow, she was still expecting to wake up any moment from now and realize that this was all just a bad dream. Something concocted by her subconscious in reaction to all the pre-wedding tension. A horrible joke. For now though, here she still was, standing like an obedient little lamb

,"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.

“This one will be good for you after the wedding party. You are really lucky to have such a rich husband. Could you link me with his friends at your wedding?Sarah, who had been quietly observing, mentioned. She was the only one I couldn't read. She knew how to mask her emotions and intentions by liking anyone's ass. But I didn't care that I was rich and better than her now. I'm really happy that I carried on with my mom's idea. If not, Jasmine, my sister, would have been the one enjoying all this luxury. Speaking of my sister, no one knew about her whereabouts and unfortunately know one cared to find her. She was completely useless and senseless. I believe she would be suffering by now with

I was not sure I had heard him right. With an angry look in his eyes, he thundered, his fist slamming on the table. "You're getting married to the Prince." He repeated and I gasped. "I'm not supposed to get married to the Prince." I clapped back, with a confused look on my face. "What? You're mateless. You're the perfect fit." He replied and I gasped. "What about Kira? She was betrothed to the Prince. Why me?" I asked. I could not believe I would be a substitute for my sister.

I should have gone home straight after talking with Kara, I shouldn't have eavesdropped on their conversation, I should have minded my business from the start. I felt like crying, but I wasn't going to cry. I was not a weak person, only the death of my parents and period cramps have succeeded to make me cry. "I really don't know why you're hesitating. I'm offering you an easy option. Just be my substitute bride for a day." My eyes lit up at his words, just for a day? I thought he wanted me to be his wife forever. "Just a day?" I asked him, just to be sure he wasn't playing with me.