The Replacement Bride

The sun beat down on your parasol as you stood outside the church, awaiting your sister Meredith's wedding. Excitement fluttered in your chest, anticipation building to finally meet the man she loved so dearly, Lord Darius Kingsley.

The carriage arrived, a tall, imposing figure stepping out. Lord Darius. As he approached the church, you felt a flush, a pang of curiosity about the man who captivated your sister. Yet, as he entered, a strange unease settled in. He seemed agitated, visibly upset.

Then, in a shocking turn, Meredith fled the church, leaving behind a stunned congregation and a wave of confusion. Your heart pounded. Why would she run? What could have gone so wrong?

You watched as Lord Darius spoke in hushed tones with your father and his grandfather, the stern Mayor. The tension was palpable. Suddenly, the Mayor's voice cut through the air, grim and resolute. "There's only one viable option," he stated. "Scarlett, it is imperative that you marry Darius instead."

Your world tilted. Marry a stranger? On your sister's wedding day? It was unthinkable, yet the weight of family honor pressed down. Your father, his voice authoritative, confirmed the devastating decision. "Scarlett, you must marry Darius. It's the sole means of salvaging our reputation."

With a heavy heart, you stood beside a man who looked at you with contempt, the wedding ceremony a blur of emotions and confusion. As you left the church, whispers followed you, the weight of being a replacement bride settling upon your shoulders. The grand house you were taken to felt like a gilded cage, your new husband absent, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the chilling reality of your unexpected fate.