The Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

"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

She helped me plan and fake my death so my family could forget about me . But then you know , they say life is not a bed of roses . I later found out my supposed boyfriend wasn't who I thought he was . He's married with two kids , and they live in the suburbs. So I ended it , I couldn't bear to be the other woman. I didn't want to be the reason another woman would go to bed with tears , I had to free my conscience of guilt . So saying she earned the sympathy of the viewers who commended her for being a good woman and ending the relationship.

" hey, idiot, why are you laughing? " " My wife is so cute," he said as he pinched my cheek. " Answer me," I yelled at him. " that 9 are true or not. " " uh? " " oh, my jealous wife. They were not my wife," he said. " then? " " They were contract and acting wife. " " acting? " I asked. " Why is my wife uneducated? " he said. " you.... " " because of my sister's wish. I married them by contract. " He explained.

“I wouldn’t call it going soft. I’d call it finally getting my priorities right.” Sophia laughed, a light, practiced sound. She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Still, a man like you… wasting away in domestic bliss? You used to own this city. Now you’re here with your… wife.” She said the word like it tasted strange. “Surely you miss the thrill of power.” I felt my spine stiffen, but I kept my expression calm. This wasn’t the first time a woman had tried to test our marriage since we rebuilt it. But it still stung.

His face was unreadable, yet raging below. “You mean…” The voice of Damien became lower and darker. “She pretended to be my wife? You are attempting to inform me a that Alina had disappeared, a day before the wedding and no trace of her, and you had searched, and could not find her, and her location was off and the best thing you could think of is to take the place of her with her sister?” My father nodded. “Yes. It was the only choice we had.”

The one who got away. Aurora disappeared the night she was supposed to marry him, and I became the substitute bride. The unwanted mute substitute bride. Mother works quickly, muttering more insults as she finishes her work, then leans back, shaking her head. "You know, it’s a real shame. If only you could produce an heir for Lord Ezra, then I wouldn’t have to work anymore. But no, nothing from your womb after all these years. Why can’t you just spread your legs and let him fuck you?”

Sanchez did calm down but Giselle came forward furiously, "What does that bitch have which I don't have? I didn't even have sex with anyone because of you. And that bitch might have slept with her ex boyfriend for a…….." Her words died in her throat as I clutched her throat in my hand and slammed her down on the wall nearby. " How fucking dare you call her a bitch? She isn't you. She is Raven Aragorn, my wife. One more word about her and I won't hesitate to kill you right here." I dropped her down on the ground and she started coughing loudly, "I never killed a woman, Giselle. Don't make me go back to my previous self. Sanchez, take your daughter and leave from here if you want your daughter

he bites his lips and teased her. "You're so rude!" she pushed him that he laughed. "But Nathan____" "Kimberly... just say yes to my proposal it will help us both." Nathan cut her, he can't deny that she's still confused, her face almost saying it. "A substitute husband." "Yes." "How far can we go?" "As long as it will help you and me..." "How about your wife? What if she find out?" she ask that he keep quiet. He just don't know the right word to say.

“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.

My voice went low as my cock throbbed watching my wife lick her lower lip "Well, I thought my sweet husband was about to replace me with the same whore that did disgusting things just to get into his life," She held my hand leading me back to the bed. I plopped down, watching as her eyes scanned all over mine. She leaned close and straddled me, rolling her ass on my clothed cock "And why would I replace my wife," I bit down on my lips as my eyes raked all over her body stopping on her nipples that were already poking her dress