The Substitute Bride Novel Novels & Stories

she whispered. And she began... “Once upon a time… there was a girl in a small village.” Her voice was soft, almost distant. “She believed she would marry the prince one day… but the prince never saw her as anything.” Her fingers gently brushed Esme’s hair. “One day… he ordered her death.” Elona gasped quietly. “But she survived,” Ivory continued. “Someone saved her.” Her voice lowered. “She ran away… built her life again… and one day…” A faint smile touched her lips.

he continued, his voice gaining desperation as if speaking faster might spare him more pain, "was the true Varkas daughter. Pure blood. Strong shifter. She was supposed to be the one sent to you. The bride in the alliance. But they kept Aurora instead. Sacrificed her so Seraphina wouldn't have to suffer. The family saw it as the perfect out, marry off the bastard substitute bride to the enemy. Break her in your bed, let you destroy what was never truly theirs. They kept Aurora alive only for this. The substitute. A disposable puppet in their game. She was their perfect opportunity out of this arrangement. They got the better end of the deal. Their daughter got to walk free while Aurora took

“Stealing your sister’s life and all.” There it was. Clear. Direct. Aria’s chest tightened painfully. “I didn’t steal anything,” she said, her voice steady. “Oh please,” one of them scoffed. “Everyone knows what you did.” “You replaced her,” another said. “Like she wasn’t good enough.” “That’s not what happened.” “Then what happened?” the first girl asked, tilting her head. “You just magically ended up in a wedding dress?” Laughter followed. Low. Mocking.

“When we came here…you made me promise to bring you back after we've wedded—and I've fulfilled my promise, yet you act like a different person in the same skin.” A different person in the same skin—the words resounded in her head. Chills swirled down her spine and she shivered. She blinked, inwardly fighting the urge to look away—cheeks burning, blushing pink. That was definitely who she was—a different person in the same skin was an understatement. She was a totally different person, an imposter. Was she ruining this before it even started? Their marriage was barely three days old. And, Pamela had already planned the dinner reservation before the wedding?

She looked at me. And I saw something in her face I hadn't seen before. Not guilt. Not shame. Fear. Jade was afraid. Of what I was about to know. That was worse than anything she could have said. "I'm the bride," she said. "They're not sending someone from my pack." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They're sending me. I'm the bride they're bringing to replace you." The pot kept boiling behind me. Steam rising. The rain coming down outside.

I wasn't supposed to be the bride, my sister was. This wasn't my fate, it was my sister’s. When I was very young, my mother always read this bedtime story to me. It was about a princess who got her fate swapped with a river goddess by merely standing by the riverside. I always thought it was a ridiculous story because I didn't believe such a crucial thing as one’s fate could be swapped in a split second. Now, I understand. Indeed, it was possible. It was feasible because it just happened to me.

It was going to be hard but it was the best way out for everyone. "You don't have to leave," 'I will,' I only voice out a the first part to her but my mind was made up already. I was going to leave rather than make a fool of myself like back in Chesters Pack. I guessed that was my fate. The sequel was crazy. Substitute bride, hold up the Pack and save their asses, crazy bride returns with a fucking pregnancy and I have to leave. Not anything I did not already go through before but this time I was going to leave before they tried to end my life like Cheater had done.

she added as Mr Brookes nodded his head fiercely . " Have you finally gone nuts Sloan ? Just hear yourself , how do you intend to keep the news away from the press when the wedding is tomorrow ? Besides where is the bride ? " Williams asked demonstrating dramatically . "That's simple ,hire a Bride ! " Sloan said as raising her voice as Williams gave her a quizzed look . " Call the surgeon to make a face mask exactly as Vanessa's ,we can't loose this contract and hire the bride " Sloan continued as Mr Williams shook his head in remorse .

She asked. “Tess I need help.” I said and told her my problem. “I knew this wasn’t going to be easy.” Tess groaned. “And why would Ivy Sullivan arrange such a huge wedding knowing she won’t be the bride?” “I don’t know, and Clive isn’t picking his phone. What do I do?” “I’d say cancel this whole arrangement, but since that’s not possible, you should downsize the wedding. Make it private. Just you, Paul and a witness. Tell them you are doing it for Paul, so he won’t have to face the public in his state.”

“Thought you'd be too busy keeping up with your Botox appointments.” Her smile thinned. “Oh, please, Lucia. Let’s not pretend you belong here. You may have gotten the title, but you and I both know this isn’t real. Just a cover-up marriage, isn’t it?” My fingers twitched around the clutch in my hand. She leaned in slightly, voice low. “You think this changes anything? You’re still just the substitute bride. The one they picked to take my place when I said no.” My jaw tightened, but I stayed still.