Daughter Vanessa Simmons Husband Novels & Stories

“Too extreme? Vanessa’s son is also Damien’s son. “They married right after her husband died. Damien used a fake certificate to trick me, all so he could be with Vanessa.”

Vanessa slurred, a delirious smile on her face. “I’m not forcing myself to love Charlotte. You are mistaken.” Simon muttered, glowering at the drunken mess on the carpet. “Really? In that case, you should see this.” Vanessa declared cryptically before throwing a printed document at him. Simon caught the document before it fell to the floor and racked up dismissive glances over it. A shocked gasp left his mouth when he read the contents of the document. This document was full of information about his father’s death. Reflexively, he crumbled the paper in his fist and as a shudder racked his body.

She's not one of us'. ‘I'm not one of you guys either'. He responded. ‘You're either marrying Charisse or you're forfeiting your position as the CEO of Hunter's group....and you also cease to be my son'. Simon said and everyone gasped. Evangeline who didn't think it would get to this point turned to her husband, ‘Simon you really don't—' ‘I mean every word'. He took a stance. There was silence, Grayson could hear even the faintest of crickets make a sound and shrugged as he looked at Charisse, ‘See you in court'. He said and walked away.

That’s why he was so eager to end the call when I called him just now. What she did not know was that Dickson had collapsed on the sofa as if his soul had left his body. ‘Charlotte Simmons! Her husband is the infamous Mr. Connor! ‘Who in the entertainment world doesn’t know that Mr. Connor dotes on his wife like she’s a scarce treasure?’

“Is my husband in?” Vanessa asked Zoey as she sauntered into the office building with her daughter gently tucked away in the arm. Little Esperanza looked so pretty in her channel children outfit and her hair was pulled back in a pretty bun, looking cute like her daddy. “Yes ma'am, he is in his office” Zoey answered, “he just finished a meeting” “Not bothering to say a word again, Vanessa made her way towards her husband’s office with a smirk on her lips but when she got to the door, she halted as the words of Nathan Hernandez filtered through her ears.

Camille’s quiet sniffles filled the hallway as the nanny carried her gently from Lydia and carried her away. Vanessa marched into her study, her heart pounding with fury. She grabbed her phone and dialed a number. “Pick up,” she muttered under her breath. After three rings, a deep voice answered. “Vanessa.” “It’s happening,” she said, gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. “Adrian filed for divorce.” There was a pause on the other end. Then, the man chuckled. “He finally did it, huh?” Vanessa’s jaw clenched. “You think this is funny?!”

"What are you doing to him? You should let him wake up soon! Don't torture my son..." "Vannah, Vannah!" Callan stopped his wife and said with a frown, "Calm down, you will affect the doctors..." "Callan!" Savannah was almost exhausted. She grabbed onto her husband's shirt tightly. "Tell them that we can't lose Simon! If they can't do it, let's get the best doctors! Huh?" Callan's thick brows furrowed tightly. How could he tell his wife that the doctors here were already the best in the capital city?

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

I've been meaning to reach out to her one of these days but I guess fate beat me to it. "Vanessa," I called out as my face lights up a little and then it falters as guilt crept in. Vanessa notices and nudges my shoulder. "Hey, it's fine, trust me I understand," she assured. Quickly she turned, facing the tall man behind her, her eyes sparkling. "This is Dante, my husband," she introduced. Turning to me, she added. "This is Tessa, Uhmm, Aaron's wife—-," she stuttered but quickly she rephrase her sentence. "Tessa, the twin's Mom," she concluded sharply.

They were in the news, and it happened to be an interview a particular show hosts for families. That wasn't even the problem; the issue here is the headline. It has something to do with me. “The Simons happen to be one of those families that are united with so much love. Watch the video below to find out how true that is.” That was for the first blog; the second one has my marriage with Ethan in it. "The Simons finally reveal that one of their daughters is now happily married to Ethan of the Harrington.” I shook my head at the lies emanating from only the headlines. I wonder what's in the full video.