The Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

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.

The same woman who had stolen everything from me and then lingered close just to watch me bleed. I remembered how my stomach used to drop every time Conrad said her name. How small and disposable I had felt when I finally understood the truth, that Conrad had pursued me, married me, built a life with me not because he loved me, but because I was a substitute. A stand in for the woman who stood kneeling on Alexander’s floor now. I remembered how Susanna had reveled in that knowledge, how she had worn it like a crown.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

That was how he came to be the first person to know about the substitution. Back then, Lucy bribed people to induce Sophia into early labor. She then took oxycodone with the purpose of swapping Cindy and me, who were born at the same time. She wanted Steven and Sophia to torture their own daughter. Then, she would show up at the right time to make them suffer from the realization of what they had done. Caleb resented the fact that Lucy paid too much attention to the Lamberts. Hence, he came up with a plan to trick Mark and force one of Mark's sisters to marry him.

They called him a living demon. The bride he had named was Carrie Wheaton, the Wheaton family's eldest daughter—beautiful, talented, and perfect in every way. But now, I—the "fake daughter" they had adopted by mistake—was being shoved forward to take her place. A substitute bride. A sacrificial offering. Carrie stood off to the side, her lips curving into a barely hidden smirk of schadenfreude. A lawyer spoke up, "Jessica, once you sign this agreement, you'll become Will's legal wife. As compensation, the Wheaton family will provide you with a sum of money."

“Just like she manipulated her way into this marriage. Ask yourselves why a billionaire would marry a failed designer with a ruined reputation, unless she gave him something worth the trouble.” The insinuation landed like a slap. My face heated, and the old instinct to shrink, to disappear, rose up in my chest the way it always did around Adrian. I didn’t move. “Careful,” Damian said, stepping forward, his voice gone dangerously soft in a way that silenced the remaining murmurs instantly. “You’re talking about my wife.” “Your wife.” Adrian’s laugh cracked at the edges. “Convenient timing. A debt-ridden family, a woman freshly divorced, suddenly a wedding within the month. Almost like it was

she replied with a glint of smile plastered on her face. Tessa pulled her into a warm hug even before she could finish. Her love for Aaron was undeniable. She let out a deep sigh and her lips curved up into a smile. Now, her reality of becoming Aaron's substitute wife was nearing and she couldn't wait. Yes! You heard right. A substitute wife and she was unapologetic about it. She could do anything to breathe the same air as Aaron Winston.

Hadley's breathing turns erratic, and she tries to manage it as she turns towards her father, asking for an explanation. “Did you know that she has been sick, or are you just getting to know?” Hadley asked, and the man sighed, rubbing his jaw. “Have you ever wondered if you came in as your sister's substitute…that is because we can't let a sick child marry into Elliot's family,” he said, and Hadley gasped. She was able to marry Maurice because her sister was sick, and her greedy father needed someone to step in. “So you mean, I was called to substitute for Ella, not because she ran away but because she was…sick?” Hadley asked, looking at her mother, and the woman nodded her head at her.