The Substitute Wife Book Novels & Stories

My eyes dilated as I squeezed my legs together, feeling something wet between my legs. I swallowed hard and tried to leave with my shaking knees but he blocked me, cornering me on the sofa. He searched for my eyes and spoke… "Did I scare you?" I sucked my breath. No! I shook my head, unable to speak. He heaved a sigh. "Then… why?" Because we can't. I'm not your supposed wife. I'm just a substitute. We just got married because I needed money and my adoptive family pushed me to do this— I wanted to answer and tell him that but my mouth spilled a different answer.

sat down, headed towards the food on the table and began to attack, wasting his strength in the morning or wanting to make up for it. "Son, don't talk nonsense, you messed up yourself and didn't clean up, don't blame me for not helping you." Kenneth's mother had a gentle smile on her face, facing this son, until now she could not say a single heavy word. "What harm did you cause? Early in the morning, you were taught?" Adam Kenneth ate his food while raising his head suspiciously. Seeing his son's puzzled expression, Tom Kenneth handed over the newspaper. "You see for yourself? We all have to get married, and even doing these things, what do you let Bonita think? Immediately make the other

" You must be Liam Reigns, Chloe's husband. It's a pity you chose a philanderer as a wife despite knowing you could have someone more beautiful than her " " Be careful of what you say, woman ! " Liam warned sternly, but Nita who was prepared for these remained " Don't you get it Mr Reigns, you've been cuckolded " " What are you getting at woman, don't play with fire unless you will get toasted " " What I'm trying to say is that your wife Chloe Reigns is cheating on you . She even took a bullet for her lover , which explains how deep their love is " Nita said with a shrug of her shoulder

“I wouldn’t call it going soft. I’d call it finally getting my priorities right.” Sophia laughed, a light, practiced sound. She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Still, a man like you… wasting away in domestic bliss? You used to own this city. Now you’re here with your… wife.” She said the word like it tasted strange. “Surely you miss the thrill of power.” I felt my spine stiffen, but I kept my expression calm. This wasn’t the first time a woman had tried to test our marriage since we rebuilt it. But it still stung.

"Mrs. Greenwood, I have fulfilled my promise and accompanied Alana through her childhood. I have no desire to stay in the Greenwood family. Please settle the compensation you promised me, and I’ll be on my way." "You!" Jane, long used to holding authority, rarely had her pride trampled this way—her face darkened immediately. "You’re really shameless. If I had known, I would never have chosen you to take care of Alana! But it’s just as well. I’ve found someone to replace you." She sneered coldly, pulled out a check from her pocket, and threw it in my face. Then she turned to the woman beside her. That woman smiled gracefully and extended a hand toward Alana.

well, guess who's bearing the consequences? I already knew this was just a contract between us. I was hired to be a substitute for his ex-wife but what I hadn't realized, what I had been foolish enough to not notice was that I was actually going to be a real life substitute for a woman he had loved, and probably still loves. When I dared to dream we could be more... Ha! How foolish I had been. What woman would be glad to hear that she was chosen by the man she's grown to love, only because she reminded him of his ex?

It was every woman's dream to marry my husband and I was so privileged that I got to marry him too as he had been my childhood crush. But who would tell that the drop-dead gorgeous Adrian Graham, who was the star at every social event barely spoke to his wife? Adrain didn't give a shit about how I was living. He didn't even know my birthday, and he never asked. Every second in that house was tormenting as I kept on thinking about ways I would make him see me, at least then I'd know there was hope of him loving me. "I'd never love you, Sonya Adams, I detest you, stop trying." My dark-haired husband told me months ago. But right now, I was pregnant, and he would definitely love me.

distant, meaningless, drowned out by the violent pounding of my heart. Because right in front of me… My husband was holding another woman. Her..The redhead I knew all too well. The same woman who had humiliated him… abandoned him at the altar… and disappeared without a trace. And yet..There she was. Pressed against his chest like she had never left.And there he was.Holding her like I had never existed. I stood frozen outside the glass door of his office, forced to witness everything in painful clarity. There was no curtain, no shadow,nothing to soften the blow.

His face was unreadable, yet raging below. “You mean…” The voice of Damien became lower and darker. “She pretended to be my wife? You are attempting to inform me a that Alina had disappeared, a day before the wedding and no trace of her, and you had searched, and could not find her, and her location was off and the best thing you could think of is to take the place of her with her sister?” My father nodded. “Yes. It was the only choice we had.”

"Mm." "About the word substitute." She looked at the window. The light. The way the city looked from here, at this hour, the specific quality of a Sunday morning seen from this height. "I spent a long time thinking of myself that way. Not just here. Before all of this. The substitute daughter. The one who was there when the one who mattered wasn't." He was quiet. The listening kind of quiet.