The Substitute Bride Novel Novels & Stories

"She's married now to one if the country's powerful man." "I didn't peg her for the type to get married before her sister, Alecia has always been the lover." she chuckled slightly. An image of Valentina in a wedding dress at the back of her mind. It was a sad thing that she missed her daughter's wedding. The responsible one for that matter. "Capo sold her off.” Georgia deadpanned. “When the debt was too much he found someone to help in exchange to marry Miss Alecia off to him.” “What?!!”

"Thorne-Holdings has been 'Decentralized.' I’ve spent the last decade 'Un-Doing' everything the 'Ice-King' built. But there is one 'Contract' that I can't seem to 'Close'." He reached into the drawer of the obsidian desk and pulled out a single sheet of paper. It was yellowed, the edges frayed. It was the original "Substitute-Bride-Agreement"—the document that had priced Avery’s life at a million dollars for thirty days of her "Presence."

Until death do us part. Then it was my turn. I opened my mouth. And for one terrible, stretched-out second, my mind went completely blank. Not because I was nervous. Not because I'd forgotten the words. But because standing there in Vivienne's dress, holding Vivienne's flowers, I suddenly became acutely aware that this entire morning had been designed for someone else. The chair arrangements, the registrar, the seven witnesses, the man beside me, none of it had ever been meant for me. I was a substitute. A stand-in. A clause in a contract.

Stubbornly staying alive to wait for him. As she saw herself through his eyes, she turned toward him. Her eyes glowed in his color. She smiled. “Didn’t I tell you?” Liam whispered. “That is our bride.” ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

as he held my hand and helped me climb the stairs to the stage. It was a strange feeling as he held my hand. Everyone was looking very happy. But it seemed he was sad. I could understand his state of mind. He was actually in love with someone else and was supposed to get married to her. And here he was getting married to me instead. The girl, whom he always avoided like plague. What should I expect from him in this marriage,I was just a substitute bride to him. After all I have always kept the feelings I had for him to my self.

He left at the wee hours of the morning when she still asleep to get her clean underwear and to also get breakfast but when he returned she was gone. *** sorry for the late update. The Substitute Bride is coming to an end soon and I want to say thank you to all my readers who have stuck with me from the beginning even though I couldn't update as often I'd like to. please hang in there and I hope you'll continue to support Rella and Stefan's journey.

After securing my chocolate brown hair in an elegant bun, the maid skillfully adjusted the delicate lace-edged vintage bridal veil. I would wake up every morning to see myself in the mirror covered in scars, but today was a completely different day. All my scars and wounds were concealed, and I never thought I could look this beautiful. Everything felt like a dream, and I wished with all my heart that I could marry my beloved mate. However, the harsh reality came crashing down on me, and I realized that I had to play the role of a substitute bride for the ruthless Alpha. “How long is it going to take, huh?”

Serafina Marazona The early morning sunlight spilled through the bedroom windows, painting long golden lines across the sheets. I remained where I was, staring at the ceiling without truly seeing it. Sleep had come in broken pieces throughout the night, interrupted by memories of locked doors, Cassandra’s questions, Vincenzo’s silence, and the promise I had made simply to survive. Now that I had made it back to the estate alive, another battle waited for me. I had given my word, and whether it had been made under threat or not, I had no intention of pretending it had never happened. If I wanted Vincenzo to treat me as something more than a frightened girl hidden behind his name, then I h

Hi, lovely readers. Our book, WHERE IS MY BRIDE?, has finally come to an end, and honestly, I am equally happy and sad that it's finally over. I will really miss writing about my favorite characters, my couples… in fact, every character in this book. Thank you, for reading this book till the end. Thank you for your votes, and comments. I appreciate it very much, and I hope you look forward to seeing my next book which will be launched very soon.

~Elena~ I clasped my thigh, dragging the duvet closer to my naked body. I never expected that agreeing to be a substitute bride would drag my life into another nightmare. My new husband was disfigured as well as disabled, but it didn't affect his aura and power. I had no idea what I did wrong to piss him off. Didn't he marry Julia for love? Or had he recognized that I was just a fake? I followed the butler down the hall, the cold floor masking my feet. We arrived at a different section of the house on the ground floor. We passed a corridor connected with doors and stopped in front of one. He pushed open the door and ushered me in first before following.