Oliver's Substitute Bride の小説・ストーリー

He narrows his eyes in confusion. "Doing what again, Olivia?" he asks, and the way my heart flutters at the mention of my name on his lips is almost embarrassing. I shouldn't be feeling this way. Trust me, I know. My feelings for Xavier had brought me nothing but pain, and now he was marrying my sister. Whatever hope I had left of him, realizing what I felt for him, was gone the instant he proposed to Kathrine.

The wedding day arrived like an execution. Elena stood before the full-length mirror in the bridal suite of St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the woman staring back was a stranger. Victoria's wedding dress was a masterpiece of Italian lace and silk, fitted so precisely it might have been sewn onto her body. The bodice hugged curves Elena didn't know she had, while the cathedral train pooled behind her like spilled cream. But it was her face that truly unsettled her.

His words made a smile spread across my lips but I was quick to wipe it off. "Have you gone nuts? We are not even friends, why should I get into a deal with you?" I rolled my eyes in disgust. Ignoring me, he pressed on, “Five million dollars.” “Excuse me?” “I will make it ten, fifteen. Let's settle for twenty, what do you say?" Dumbfounded, I couldn't say a word. My lips were heavy. After what seemed like forever, he pushed his hand into his hair and with a calm tone, he said, “I need a substitute bride.”

"I use that as an opportunity and get into the picture as I approached Ivy. I made a deal with her. In exchange for my wealth, I'm going to marry her husband. Be with him for good three months. She was desperate in knowing why I approached her and I told her about my ailment. I also told her, I only have three more months left and, she agreed to the bargain because she was truly happy then." "She jumped in for the offer without thinking through it. All she has always wanted was nothing but money, aside from that, she doesn't care about anything else. Gilbert, on the other hand, was against the whole thing, there's no way, he was going to marry me when he was legally married to her, he was so

Quick. “Come in,” I said, my voice sounding hollow. The door creaked open and a familiar face popped in. Oliver. He stepped in with a breathy laugh, his eyes instantly lighting up when he saw me. “Wow.” I tried to stand, but he waved it off and walked closer. “I thought it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding,” I said with a weak attempt at a joke. “I don’t care,” he replied. “You look… breathtaking.”

“My sweetheart doesn’t have hate in her—she’s all love.” I glanced at the corpse bride, who seemed unfazed by the chaos. Switching grooms was like choosing between a Rolls-Royce Boat Tail and a Bugatti La Voiture Noire—both were spectacular, so what did it matter? OLÍVIA’S POV “Dad, let’s get this over with!” I stepped out from behind him. I didn’t need protecting. If anyone needed it, it was Gabe Clifford.

“You may kiss the bride, but please wait to consummate the marriage until I’m gone. I don’t think my heart or your father’s can take it.” I turned to my father, who was fighting his own battle against laughter. “You never do the expected, Olivia.” I looked back up at Brack. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” “A better thing is for you to kiss your groom.” He pulled me against him and gave me a kiss that had me coming to my toes. I heard my dad and uncle mutter something, but I didn’t care what it was. The kiss ended with me breathless. “You’re a grand slam, Olly Jacobs.”

he said and pushed me inside and got into the driver's seat asking the driver to get lost. "If you forget your bride is my sister not me." I said angrily. "I was a fool to choose her. I like you. we are getting married so let's choose some nice dresses for you." Oliver said, shocking me. "Are you not ashamed to talk like this?" I asked him to try to open the door but Oliver stopped me and started kissing me by dragging me towards him.

Oliver motions for Adrian to leave the podium, “Allow me.” Adrian furrows his brows, looking at me. I nod. Not because I trust Oliver not to do something stupid. But because I hope he will do something stupid enough to shut everyone up. We shuffle around till Oliver is centre stage. He leans into the mic, looking thoughtful, and then - at the top of his lungs - he screeches, “EVELYN DELMORE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?!” The entire crowd falls into silence. I fall into silence… and I was already quiet.

She questioned. “No, you’re getting married!” He said. Olive’s mouth curved with a smile as she enjoyed her sister’s miserable state. “What?!” Her mouth twitched in shock. “You will be marrying Mr.Luther in place of your sister” Her stepmother added. “What? The scary and dangerous Mr.Luther?” “You forgot the rich part and he’s powerful,” Her father said. “Then why can’t Olive get married to him? Why me? If power and wealth are what you want then your lovely daughter is suitable for it” she yelled at the top of her voice.