The Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

"Never mind... You should just go home now. If you have a problem with Nora, your wife, solve it nicely. I'm not your escape. I'm no longer a substitute woman when you and Nora have problems." Samuel rose to his feet, still wearing only his underwear, making Rebecca swallow hard. That burly body was so very tempting. Rebecca had a hard time holding back the desire to look at Samuel’s figure. Samuel’s steps slowly but steadily approached Rebecca. "Rebecca, why are you talking like that?" Rebecca took a step back. "That's the fact, isn't it! I'm just a substitute." Samuel sighed heavily. "Rebecca, you are my wife. It's only natural that I come to my wife's place!"

It is not good if he is always the one who gives in. Deianne keeps on walking back and forth inside the bathroom in their bedroom. She had already changed her clothes and removed her make-up. She should have gone downstairs, but her feet couldn't just take her to go out of the bathroom. She is too tense and anxious. When she agreed to be the substitute bride for her twin sister and for her parents, she was aware that the Montañez would eventually demand an heir. But she never thought that it would happen this fast. She thought that she could at least stretch the time to at least a year until Daniella comes back (hopefully, she is found) and Daniella would be the one who would bear the child,

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.

“It’s been too long, brother. How are you doing?" “I'm fine, marcella and you're looking good yourself,” Sebastian said, stepping back to introduce Lillian. “Marcella, this is my wife, Lillian.” Marcella’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about her, Lillian. But I thought you married her sister Katherine,” Her tone was cold. "Poor girl." Lillian extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcella.” Marcella ignored the gesture. “So, you must be very pleased with yourself, Lillian. Marrying your sister’s husband after she died. How heartless can you be?”

"It's a legal marriage, you can't just come and take her place." "Of course I can. She is nobody, Nora. She's just a substitute who is taking my place, but not for long. Egil will never love her as he loved me. As soon as he knows that I'm alive and willing to return to him, he will welcome me and get rid of her. I'll have the support of my father and my brother too." "I guess you have everything figured out then." Nora passes her the bowl of soup with a spoon. Nadia nods and sips the soup she offers.

A quiet scoff cut through the cold air, and Zane said, “Oh? Your wife? I thought your wife was the master’s student standing next to you, Mr. Jenkins.” The words struck like lightning. Whispers rose from the crowd immediately. “Wait, I’ve seen Sebastian’s wife before in the research institute. She didn’t look like Vivien.” “I think I get it. Sebastian divorced his wife so that he could bring his student along in the family quota.” “Wow, how shameless is that? He swapped his real wife for a fake one! Doesn’t he feel ashamed? People looked at Vivien with contempt and mockery. Vivien went red in embarrassment. “I’m qualified too! I graduated top of my class at Xenon University!”

"Baby... you're incredible." That voice... belonged to her husband. Tristan Kensington. The man she'd been married to for three years. Alena pushed the door open slowly. The scene before her squeezed her heart like a vice. On the king-size bed she'd bought with money earned from her grueling hours at the multinational PR firm, her husband was tangled with another woman. Not just any woman. She was— "SIENNA?!" Alena's voice pierced the air. The cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, making both figures on the bed jolt.

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.

After dropping her off at her place, I went to the same bar where I met Sienna, called her, and took her home with me for the night. It wasn’t long before I realized that whenever I saw Sienna’s back figure, she reminded me of Anastasia, and because of that, I ended up making her my wife a month later as Anastasia’s substitute.

It just didn't make sense because I knew that logically that was where Diana belonged. All along, it was supposed to be Diana who had to marry Anthony and now that Bradon had taken Anthony's place, she would have to marry Bradon instead. I told myself repeatedly that what Diana was doing wasn't exactly wrong, she was just taking her rightful place after returning. As for me, my role as the convenient substitute wife had to come to an end sooner or later. I had thought that I was prepared for this day to come, but the suddenness of it all truly caught me off guard.