The Substitute Bride Novel の小説・ストーリー

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.

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"

“The wedding will be held in three days. If you don’t marry him, we will be doomed to death.” “Where is Sophia now? Can’t we just get her back?” Aurora was very confused. Marriage was such a big deal. How could she replace the bride? At least they should ask the groom if he was willing. Aurora did not think that the groom would agree to that. Heck she is sure he won’t agree. Why will an Alpha agree to settle for a low life Omega like her?

Kyla Eva Fuentabella . I stood empty, staring at the mirror in front of me. I felt numb and lost. Isn't your wedding day supposed to be the happiest day of your life? No. Not! Especially if you happen to be the substitute bride! "This will be the last, Kayla. After this, you are free to go. I also had enough of all the pretend, and I'm tired of this game. This is the last. I Promise. I will never bother you again. So, please just be my substitute, okay?" Kylie pleads once again in the line.

He asked. I clenched my jaw. “It does to me.” He glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his icy blue eyes boring into mine. “Let’s just say, my bride died this morning, and nobody knows. Now, you will take her place.” Those words hit me like a slap in the face. His bride died… this morning? Like on their wedding day? My heart sank. I was replacing his dead bride. “That’s it?” I asked, my voice raising. “Your bride died this morning, so you decided to pick the first woman you found in the forest?”

However, this time, she prayed fervently for everything to go smoothly without any mishappenings. Leonardo's mother, Anna, sensing Sofia's apprehension, came to her side, offering reassurance and comfort. "Everything is going to be perfect. Okay?" Anna's words were like a balm to Sofia's anxious heart. She nodded, grateful for the support, and smiled at Anna's comforting presence. In Anna's hands, Sofia held a beautiful flower bouquet, a symbol of love and new beginnings. With delicate care, Anna fixed the veil around Sofia's face, creating an ethereal aura around the blushing bride.

But they cracked something in me all the same. Who was I? I was a fraud, a liar and a broken thing with a haunting past. I swallowed and began to sign quickly, my hands moving faster than I could think. *Your real bride sent me here in her place. Made me take her place. She said no one would care. That no one would find out. And then I came here and everything got more complicated—* Lucien didn’t speak. His expression didn’t change. I faltered, scared. Was he even understanding me?

"The bride's dressing room has a small memory table with family photographs." Nora nodded. "I saw it yesterday." "Could you take detailed pictures before guests arrive? It's one of the most personal parts of the wedding." "I'll do it now." The bridal suite occupied the quietest corner of the venue. Unlike the lively corridors outside, the room felt peaceful, almost sacred. Sunlight poured through tall windows dressed with sheer white curtains, illuminating elegant gowns hanging neatly against one wall. Fresh white roses filled crystal vases, their fragrance subtle but unmistakable.

Only if you knew… Her mind whispered the truth she could never speak. She remembered everything too clearly. The chaos, Daniela’s kidnapping, the sudden decision… and her. The substitute bride. A marriage hidden from the world. “But honestly?” Rebecca’s eyes gleamed again. “I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, he’s single and I’m going to hunt that hotshot starting tomorrow.” Angela pressed her lips together. Every word felt like a blade. She didn’t want Rebecca anywhere near him. Not because of jealousy… But because the truth, her truth could shatter everything.