The Substitute Wife 소설 & 이야기

I said, and she started laughing. “Oh gosh, are you a clown?” She confused me with her question: “Damian was never yours, he married you as a substitute, you were never his wife, I was always his, how can you stand here and call yourself his wife?” She said, and she was right—I was a substitute, but I was not going to let that sadden me, it was the past, and I was glad I was over it. “The point here is, if there was understanding, you could have stood up and helped me when I needed help,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

"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.

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

~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.

he said through his teeth, leaning over me. “Oh so now I am!” I was crying, the words breaking apart in my mouth as they came out. “Now I’m your wife! The moment someone else in your life treats me better than you do suddenly you remember I exist! But every single time I try to talk to you, every time I bring something important to you, you’re so quick to remind me that your only wife is Anna! That I’m just here to fill up space in this house! That’s all I am to you!” The room went completely still.

"Well, you already have a girlfriend, so why ask me to marry you? Just ask your lover." "If people talk to you, listen to them properly first, don't just go in the right ear and out the left ear. I told you earlier that because of the urgency of the situation and the fact that it is not possible to marry him shortly, that's why I need you to temporarily replace his position," said the handsome lecturer, who looked annoyed with Anya. "As a substitute? What does that mean, sir?" asked Anya who was increasingly confused by their conversation. "I'll explain everything, you listen carefully. Don't ask questions if I haven't permitted you."

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.

"Like you manipulated hundreds of students at the Academy? Like you've been manipulating traditional packs through embedded brides for decades?" "That's conspiracy theory." He tries to dismiss it. "Is it?" I gesture at the replacement bride still standing at the altar. "This woman isn't Celeste Whitmore, she is a backup. Another Academy graduate sent to replace the real Celeste when she defected. How many backup brides do you have ready? How many marriages here are Council plants?" Several alphas turn to look at their wives with new suspicion. Some of those wives have the same empty eyes, the same mechanical precision that Celeste demonstrated.

Even though Matteo had said none of this was entirely her fault, she still felt the burden of having been an accomplice to Romilda’s deception. “Romilda has a twin sister?” Nicole stared intently at Rose. “Then what is her relationship,” Anais pointed at Rose, “to Romilda—besides being her sister?” Matteo took a deep breath and exchanged a look with Rose. She nodded. The truth had to come out now, even though Romilda had fled. “Rose was the one who replaced Romilda when we had to get married. Because Romilda knew that Rose…” Matteo stopped, his throat tightening.

Other relationships. Was she... really just another substitute?