The Substitute Relationship Bl Novels & Stories

Happy. I zoomed in on the plaque next to the painting. *Second Place - Watercolor* *"Morning in Montmartre"* *Felix Laurent, 23* Felix Laurent. Not Marcus. Felix. I sat back. Stared at the photo. The man I'd married wasn't Marcus Laurent. He was Felix Laurent. Marcus's younger brother. The family had substituted one son for the other. Why? Marcus refused? James Laurent needed the merger too badly to let that stop him? So he sent Felix instead?

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.

“More than you will ever know. But I can’t. I’m bound to him. He saved my life. He trusts me. I swore an oath.. I am his Beta—” “What about the oath you made to me?” My voice shattered. “What about the nights you promised you’d never let anyone hurt me? What about when you said I’d never face the world alone?” He closed his eyes like the words pierced him. “You’re not alone,” he whispered. “I AM!” My voice cracked. “Because right now I’m not your lover. I’m not even myself. I’m just—” My breath trembled. “A substitute Luna.” The words tasted like poison.

“I broke up with him because I went abroad, but now I’m back. You can piss off.” My heart felt like it shattered at that moment. Damon didn’t even deny it. Instead, he looked at me with a mix of pity and guilt. “She’s right, Evelyn. You were... Just a substitute. I thought I could make it work, but it’s not the same. It’s never been the same.” Substitute. The word hit me like physical blows. “And what about everything we’ve been through?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What about the nights you said you loved me?”

"Alex, let her go!" I opened my eyes in shock and looked up to see a woman standing before me. I called her name worriedly. "Jennifer, no!" Alex’s gaze flicked between me and her, narrowing slightly. "What exactly is your relationship?" I bit down hard on my lip. "We just grew up in the same orphanage, that’s all. We’re not close." "Not close?" He sneered coldly. "If you weren’t close, why would she come to save you? She deliberately appeared by my mother’s side, and even volunteered to take your place—so this was your plan from the beginning, wasn’t it?"

"Angela! Don't say anything!" "I know, I made you upset! But believe me. The picture you see on the news just was an accident!" "There is nothing between me and her!!!" "I attended today's party with her just because of our partner relationship, that's it!" "I love you, Angela. And no one can take your place in my heart even if I die!" I replaced my finger with a warm hug. "I'm sorry! Don't be angry with me!!" I blurted out nonstop.

But something was odd. The article didn't mention Serena at all. No connection between the formula theft and Kaevan's wife. Like... someone deliberately separated the two stories. Serena searched deeper: "Tristan Kensington BioGenix 2021" More articles about the corporate espionage case. But again—none mentioned Serena. Then Serena tried a different search: "Serena Blackwood Tristan Kensington" No results. Zero. As if there was no connection between them on the internet. Too clean, Serena thought with her heart pounding. Someone had erased all traces of their relationship.

But when he saw me, he immediately looked energized and pulled me as he asked, "What's wrong? Did they say something ill against you?" "No." I shook my head as if nothing had happened. Then I asked, "What did Patrick say to you?" "Nothing." Seth raised his hand and touched my somewhat messy hair. Then he said in a gentle voice, "I made our relationship clear in front of my subordinates today. Could it be that you want to embarrass me, the boss here?" I knew that he was changing the subject.

"How did you meet each other?" He gave me his entire attention with a smirk playing on his lips. "Why do you want to know, wifey? Are you by any chance jealous?" "Jealous, my foot." I muttered under my breath. "I need to know how you know my best friend." His eyes changed their emotion in a fleet of seconds and soon I was beckoned to the nearest mirror. "It's a give and take relationship we have right now, Raven. You want something, you need to give me something. And it includes everything from information to sex."

The real substitute quietly picked up what I had thrown, and while everyone's attention was on me, she slipped out the window. Alfred held me down with one hand and spoke to Elaine with a gentle tone, "This is revenge for you, Miss Elaine!" He pinched my chin, wanting to force-feed me the poisoned wine. But I turned my head and bit Alfred's wrist hard, drawing blood. I then spat a mouthful of blood and saliva and glared at them. "I'll remember this. You'll all pay for this!" The comments were dismissive: [Who does she think she is? Elaine will be a member of the Clark family soon. She can crush the substitute without lifting a finger.]