Oliver's Substitute Bride Novels & Stories

Olivia starts, but her voice cracks. "Soon," Fernandez answers for her. "No need to wait when you've found the right one." I can't tell if he's tone is sarcastic or if he genuinely approves of the msrrisge. The rest of the evening passes in a blur of forced smiles and congratulations I don't deserve. Olivia plays her part perfectly—the radiant bride-to-be—but I can see the cost of the performance in the tension around her eyes, the way her hands shake slightly when she thinks no one is looking.

Jace pulled away from the kiss after a while of kissing me fervently, and he gazed into my eyes like he already suspected that I wasn't his bride. We took pictures with his parents as they were very happy about the wedding, and also my parents too. I stood there anxiously, taking several photos with the priest, my parents, Jace's parents, the bridesmaid, and best man. Lily, my twin sister's best friend, was the bridesmaid, and I wondered if she knew that I was taking Clara's place. But I was sure that Clara never told anyone of her plans. As Lily hugged me excitedly and squealed, "Congratulations, Clara! I am so happy for you!"

And, how about the thought of him with me? “No! Hell no! No way in hell!” “Then, what other choice do we have?” Mother finally spoke. I almost ignored her, pretending like she was never there like I always do because her presence was as useless as her opinions. “We found Isobel! Postpone the wedding until further notice! Do something except make me marry that man in her place!” I trembled, my lips quivering as I did. “Brielle darling,” Oh, how I hated those words of endearment! He used it on me only when he needed something.

Thinking I was kept in the dark, Lana breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "That's good. Take good care of the wedding arrangements. After the baby is born, I'll hand over the company to you and be a housewife." I did not respond but silently opened the wedding invitation, looked at the name on it, and sneered. She had no idea that I already had someone else as the bride, although the wedding was proceeding as planned. The bride's name on the invitation was not Lana Piller. It was Mabel Dawson, my childhood sweetheart. Lana always thought I had no other choice but her, which was why she always acted so superior, thinking she had me completely under her thumb. However, little did she k

She glanced at him and asked, “You were not going to marry her?” Oliver’s eyes softened. He looked into Claire’s eyes and asked, “Did you see me involved in the preparations for this wedding? Look around, none of my associates or friends are here. Most of them are Jessica’s people. This was not a wedding but a trap… my family is here to support me as usual not that they are here to witness a union.” Jessica's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she screamed, “You lied to me? Oliver I’ve loved you all my life-”

She kept referring to my sister whenever she wanted to say something and that pissed me off. “I'm tasty, go get me and my friends chilled orange juice," I ordered her with a smug smile on my face. That fact that I could order her around made it possible for me to show her who the real madam of the house was. She scrambled away to fetch the orange juice while I and my friends continued to select the jewelry that caught our eyes. “This one will be good for you after the wedding party. You are really lucky to have such a rich husband. Could you link me with his friends at your wedding?Sarah, who had been quietly observing, mentioned.

She smiled in rehearsals, played the part of the docile bride, and promised to save our father’s crumbling empire with her dowry of submission. But Bianca disappeared last night. No note. No goodbye. Just a shattered phone, a bloodstained scarf, and a phone call from a blocked number at 3 a.m. Only two words: "She's gone." The next morning, my father was pale and shaking, sweat beading under his temple like he’d aged ten years in one night. “You’ll take her place,” he said with dead eyes. “Or the De Lucas will kill us all.” And just like that, I became the substitute bride.

Leonardo entered his friend's condo feeling frustrated and upset. His friend Domenico Russo greeted him with a warm smile, "Hey, Leonardo!" But Leonardo didn't respond. Domenico sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?" Leonardo huffed. "Father issue!" Domenico snorted. Leonardo scowled. Domenico inquired once more, "Tell me what happened this time." Leonardo, visibly frustrated, responded with clenched teeth, "He has replaced the bride and now expects me to wed that slut, Sofia Ricci, who is deemed worthless by the Riccis."

" Mrs Walker gestured for Belle to sit opposite her. Dianna Walker carefully observed the girl before her eyes. "So, you are the substitute bride." Dianna did not remove her gaze from Belle, who was looking straight into her eyes with a cold face just like her son, Alaric. "You can call me to substitute bride, but the fact is that we were fated." Belle maintained her stoic face. "I heard that you marry my son with your own will, without anyone forcing you?" Dianna raised her eyebrow. "Well, yes. I agreed with my own will and happiness." Belle was straight in answering Dianna.