The Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

"I'm practical. Annul this arrangement. Marry me. I disappear quietly and no one ever hears about Iris Hartley walking down the aisle as her sister." Victor steps forward. "He has a real wife." "He has a substitute." Her voice stays pleasant, which is its own kind of cruelty. "A kind gesture that got complicated. Not a real choice. Not someone from the right world." Dominic's control breaks clean and fast. "Get out." "I don't think you understand the position you're in." "I understand perfectly." He moves closer to her, not threatening, just removing all pretense of distance. "You're blackmailing us. It won't work."

"You're not a substitute someone! Keep that in mind, dear. You are my wife. That's enough. Don't add any more frills. Do you understand?" Radit's voice rose slightly at the phrase 'not a substitute' just now. Making Amanda unable to hold back her tears that spontaneously fell. The woman then quickly nodded. Even many times until now her body turned around and could look at her husband's strapping body. The two of them embraced each other until they embraced intimately for the next few seconds and ended with a light chuckle. Completing the malaise in their hearts at the moment. "I miss Ayra so much. Let's buy a voucher in front. Surely she can already run here and there."

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

She knew her mother so well that when she made a decision, she decided with a firm determination, and she would never be swayed by anyone. But why should I? It's just been a week after Scott and I split, and she's already asked me to marry a stranger? Scott was her ex-name. husband's In a noontime broadcast, he won five million pesos. He didn't even come home that day, and when he returned the next day, he was preparing to leave and telling me he was seeking a divorce and waiting for the papers. And now, my parents are planning to marry me to a man I don't even know, and to make matters worse, my sister is the one who should be married, but because she is too young, they decided I should be

"All the time, the result is still the same; nothing is wrong with the both of us. We're both fine and healthy. But I do not know the reason why I wasn't able to conceive." " I was worried, I'm always moody which made my husband take a big step. I never expect him to do that. He decides to look for a surrogacy." " Wh... What?!!" " Yes, Sophia. we did find the woman who was ready to carry our child. We were so happy and almost to start up the process, I had thought that Finally, I will be carrying my child in my arms when out of blue, a woman showed up at my doorstep one day. She claimed, she is carrying Aaron's child. I got so upset at him. Despite all the love, sacrifices, care, and everyth

If she were to retell her story all her wounds will be scraped leaving fresh blood and bits of her broken heart and tears she had shed at the loss of her loved ones. She still remembered how happy and relieved she was once Chelsea was out of her life , dead and decayed. In her eyes she finally avenged her unborn child - she believed that everything will be full of happiness , peace and contentment . No one would try to take her family away from her , no one will fight for the man she loved and Rogue will forever be her but time told her how wrong she was .Lilian believed that it was Chelsea who was her substitute and as a substitute she should be tamed , she should bow her head and submit to

"If you want to see miracles, you have to stay the course. That's what this whole day is about." I gritted my teeth and followed her as we went and took a seat. A woman who looked older, the pastor's wife—came to the front of the room after people had finished eating. She introduced herself and then started going on about this ridiculous subject of how she treats her husband, how her husband loves her, and how her husband loves their children. Basically how she submits/slave to her husband. Then she called up her two daughters, who were dressed like... and she started telling us how we were supposed to treat our children like we were in 1912.

Not because she was searching for another beginning but because she had finally found herself. The wife he replaced was never truly replaced… She had simply become the woman he was never worthy of losing. **THE END** Thanks for reading. Leave a comment.

She looked like an architect admiring a finished building. "Look around you," Elinor said. She waved the blade at the rows of glass tanks. "You wanted the truth? Here it is. Alexander wasn't the patriarch. He was the prototype. The first time we successfully knit the code together. He was the sun, and you? You’re the stars we made from his dust." "You cloned your own husband?" I looked at the man in the central tank. His eyes were still open. Tapping. Desperate. "You kept him as a garden for spare parts?"

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”