Novel & Cerita The Substitute Wife Book

I'd do anything to get my revenge on Annie and Daniel. I breathed a sigh of relief after signing the papers and I turned around to take my leave. “Going home?” he asked. “Of course.” I replied to him. Brandon Ford giggled “Miss Addison Smith, have you forgotten you are now my wife? You will live in my house from now on, get into the car and let's go.” What have I gotten myself into? I wondered, my heart pounding. This man will not be an easy one to live with. How can I cope with such a domineering man?

"Don't get cocky with me. You seduced him. I saw the way he looked at you this morning. It’s pathetic. Using your body because you have nothing else to offer him." I leaned back in my chair, clicking my pen. "Desmond is my husband. In case you forgot, we’ve been married for three years. It’s not seduction." "He’s mine!" she hissed, her voice cracking. "He was always supposed to be mine. You’re just the substitute. The girl who stepped in because I wasn't around to take the crown. You’re a placeholder, a warm body to keep his bed busy until I was ready to take my spot back."

You said she was just a substitute. Didn’t you? Didn’t you? My mind kept replaying Leonard’s voice, the way he looked at me in the car, like he didn’t know whether to believe me or not. Like he was still thinking about her. That bitch. That trembling, wide-eyed, perfectly tragic wife. I looked down at the sink again, then slowly lifted my hand and ran it over my jawline. I couldn’t even tell if my mascara was still dripping. I couldn’t tell if I looked destroyed or dangerous.

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.

"Of course I'll divorce her, now that you're back. She was just a substitute wife who took your place. I married her for a reason. Because—" Before Morgan could finish his sentence, Fiona kissed him. Outside the door, Alice was shocked to hear all of this. She had just realised that all this time, she had only been considered a substitute wife. "So I… all this time… I was just a substitute wife for you, Morgan?" Alice couldn't bear to listen to the bitter truth any longer. She immediately left the place.

“Mr. Sinclair’ face is disfigured, are you still proud to have him as your husband?” I turned to the person who’d asked the last question. “Of course I am.” I said. “And I will appreciate if you stop writing horrible things about him in your blog.” They were silent as I walked to my car. Whew! I thought. My job had been to be Ivy Sullivan’ stand in for her wedding, not business life. From now on, no more meetings for me. I spoke too soon. Jenna, who sat besides me took a call and turned to me.

~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.

So he sent Felix instead? I thought about the wedding. Felix's terror. His hands shaking. The way he'd nearly broken down when James grabbed his shoulder. Felix hadn't wanted this. Hadn't chosen this. He'd been forced. Sacrificed by his family to save them from bankruptcy. My hands clenched into fists. James Laurent had sold his own son like property. Used him as a bargaining chip. Made him pretend to be someone else. Made him marry a stranger. Made him marry me.

Egil takes her by the wrist, but Adelaide frees herself again. "I'm not just any member of this family, Mr. Arrabal," she responds resentfully. "I'm just another servant and that's how I've been treated since the moment I arrived on this estate, since they turned me into your substitute wife. You were never my husband, but my tormentor. A man who showed no mercy to me, even while expecting his child." Egil raises his hand in anger her words, but he can't bring himself to strike her. She closes her eyes, waiting for a blow that never comes. Her chin trembles and a rebellious tear rolls down her cheek, touching Egil's heart.

"You know exactly why I'm here. Tsk tsk, someone has the guts to be mad at me after walking out on our marriage without as much as a goodbye, or isn't that said in London? You can simply hand your husband over to your twin after declaring your undying love for him?" The power in his voice almost forced her to look at him, but she was afraid of how little control she would have if she stared into his eyes, or deceived herself into seeing half of what she felt. And so still staring at the wall, Eve spoke, "It wasn't a real marriage, and Ava is the one you...were always going to marry. I was just the substitute, a stand in." Alessandro scoffed and took another step towards her, his movements pr