Daughter Vanessa Simmons Husband Novels & Stories

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

She leans closer to whisper in my air. "I'm making dinner for my husband." She says. "You're welcome." Vanessa is one of the reasons I'm fighting so hard to keep Damien. I don't want her to win in this bullshìt battle for a boy. I won't let her get the ring. "Damien is waiting for you inside," she continues. "He told me that you guys are going to discuss about the divorce. My apologies." "Get out of my way." I scowl at her.

Lucy had always boasted of her husband's decency, she never knew he would stoop so low as to take a prostitute into his legs. “Damn you Michael.” She mentioned in the bathroom where she stood. She got out after concluding she was okay. *** “Have you seen your daughter Vanessa?” his wife asked him on his arrival. “What happened to Vanessa?” He showed his concern. “She would not even say a word to anyone. Drake ran to her room immediately after hearing the message. He knocked on the door and waited for a reply from the being inside. “Go away dad,” Vanessa replied from inside. “So you won't talk to me too?” Drake inquired.

He continued, his tone had taken a dangerous edge. Vanessa's eyes flashed with hate. "I did not think I would need to defend myself against you Americans." She sneered towards me. "The information isn't something that should be hard for any of you, though. My father is a respected man, and he would only do business with men with wives." "Not girlfriends." She looked at Kevin dead in the eyes. "Not whoring around." Charles. "And certainly not still mourning a wife you murdered while having a son you don't even attend to."

"Why not? My brother’s not bad-looking, and he's still single because..." Simon quickly interrupted, "Alright, no more nonsense. Caitlin and I are really good friends, and you still don’t know? Caitlin is already married." "Whaaat?" Wendy’s mouth dropped open in surprise. As she came to her senses, she couldn't help but feel sorry. "Who did you marry, Caitlin?" "The second son of the Vanderbilt Family, Sebastian," Simon answered. "Sebastian? Is that the guy who was in that car accident recently?" Wendy had heard about it from her family. "Wait, didn’t they say he became a living corpse? You married him? Then that’s like jumping into a fire pit!"

Vanessa’s smile faded slightly. I continued. “And now that same sister is standing in my living room accusing me of crimes.” Vanessa scoffed. “Because it’s true.” I turned the camera slightly toward her. “Tell them something, Vanessa.” Her eyes narrowed. “What?” “Tell them when you started sleeping with Daniel.” The livestream comments exploded. Vanessa’s face darkened. “That’s not relevant.” “Oh it’s very relevant.” My voice hardened. “Because the same man accusing my husband of financial crimes is the man who secretly got my sister pregnant while he was still engaged to me.”

Vanessa made a big smooching sound that almost left him nauseated. "Oh...yeah..." He hesitated slightly before finally adding, "smoochies." He ended the call and sighed as he said down on a chair at the dining table. Vanessa Cartwell. Daughter of the best cardiologist in the country, Dr. James Cartwell, while her mother ran what Adam would call the company that produces gossip magazines about famous people. They knew a bit too much about everyone and in as much as it bothered him whenever he saw his fiancée’s mother, Mrs. Clarissa Cartwell, he just let that uneasy feeling slide down.

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

Simon's father mumbled and looked around, then gestured to the bartender and asked for a drink. "Oh, it's nothing. I love kids." Shawn messed up Simon's hair, and Dave halted. "So Shawn, where is the honeymoon? Any plans for a kid yet? I'd love to have little Catherine." While the father and son went to the small seating area minibar provided, Dave asked. "Shut up, Dave. You know better than that!" He smirked, knowing full well that whatever he said earlier had made an impact on her sister's husband. Then an Asian wedding coordinator grumbled at their backs. "Gentlemen, it's time."

Dean tried to influence Bruce’s thoughts. “Let me confirm it myself, Dad. Sharon can’t just leave me like this.” “If you don’t believe us, check your rented house. But not now. At least wait until you get permission from the hospital tomorrow. If you ultimately find out that Sharon betrayed your marriage, please don’t lose control,” Dean said firmly. Bruce swallowed hard. He stared blankly at his father, who walked out of the treatment room. Did Sharon really betray him?