Daughter Vanessa Simmons Husband Novels & Stories

If he touched her, if he raised his voice, it would become a scandal that even Gregory couldn’t clean up. Vanessa’s hand rubbed her belly, her eyes glistening with practiced vulnerability. “Yes,” she said softly into the flashing lights. “It’s time for an official announcement, I am expecting. And yes, the father is Damian Blackwood.” The room gasped. Damian’s hand curled into a fist. Reed, who was across the ballroom, looked like he was about to break someone’s camera in half. “Enough,” Damian said under his breath, stepping forward, his voice low but lethal.

Harris Clarke. His voice was calm. “Did she believe you?” Vanessa’s hands trembled. “Enough.” Harris smiled. “Good. Now,” he said softly, “we take the husband… or the past.” ***

she said, nodding lightly. Damien exhaled, relief flickering across his face. He crouched in front of her, one hand resting carefully on her knee before sliding down to her belly. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against it. Vanessa’s smile widened. Behind them, Helen watched. Her expression unreadable for a second— then it slowly hardened again. “She wants a divorce, right?” she said, her voice cutting cleanly through the room once more. No one answered. They didn’t need to.

She had overheard everything Henry had just said. With an icy look on her face, she snapped, "Didn't I just tell you to stop causing trouble, Damian? Taking over Simmons Corporation is incredibly important to me. I don't have time to deal with your childish outbursts." Suddenly, Natalie started coughing violently, and her tiny body began to convulse uncontrollably. Unable to hold back any longer, I roared, "Ivy Simmons is my wife and the mother of my child! If you continue to stop me from taking Natalie to the hospital, she won't let you get away with this!"

She screams, " This is not my fault that your wife is so insecure. Look at you.. You promised me you would be there for me in any sort of situation. But now for another woman -!" " She is my wife, Sia!" " He was your father too. Vincent. Do you know how much I had paid for your life? Don't you remember that the position I am in, the reason for my three nasty breakup is something because I helped you?" " Sia. I didn't mean to-!"

Patrick Simmons was a happy old man when he entered his car and assured his security detail and the rest of his personal staff to meet him at the concert hall. He had had no chance of seeing his daughter in law since the time James told him that she was pregnant. He had promised himself that he was not going to miss her concert even if his life depended on it. He had always felt a sense of loss back when she quit her music for marriage. Initially, he had tried to convince her that she could have both. After an eight year hiatus, she was finally sharing her music with the world again.

If I count in total, I believe my father’s girlfriend and wives in combined throw-away millions of dollars with the vases. Today once again my papa is getting a divorce. My papa, the proud Andrew Simmons, divorced his fourth wife, Genelia. The reason behind this divorce is mutual, they both wanted a different life. Papa is too old to fit into his twenty-five-year-old wife’s life. Genelia wants a hot and happening life, full of parties, selfies, unfortunately, forty-seven-year-old Andrew Simmons wants a more quiet life.

Unlike Donald, his family adores me, especially his father. He checks up on me frequently, and I was wondering if this call was one of such routine checkups. My phone buzzed again, this time I picked it up without wasting much time. “Mrs. Briggs, I apologize for the disturbance seeing it's the weekend, but I need to speak with Mr. Briggs urgently.” I took the phone off my ears and brought it to my eye level. I saw Jane, Donald's secretary plainly written on the screen. ‘So Donald hadn't informed her about the divorce?’ I was surprised.

That night, I had been buried in work, frustrated and irritated, so I had let Celeste take the call. Celeste had said, your wife ran off again. She said, she claims she’s at a hospital. She had even said, something about a baby. And I had said, “Don’t bother with her.” I slowly turned my head toward the closed door of Elena’s room. It was quiet inside, as if nothing had changed. But I knew that something had just shattered beyond repair. I stood in that human hospital hallway and, for the first time, realized that those words had been far worse than an offhand dismissal.

“Dr. Lowe, please wait! The former hospital director's daughter insists on meeting you, no matter what!” Jason stepped directly in front of my car, looking as though he was prepared to throw himself in front of it if necessary. “Vanessa Hart?” “You know her?” Of course I did. She was Ethan's wife and Simon’s only daughter. Twenty years ago, she was still a student, yet she had already walked around the hospital as if she owned the place because of her father's status.