Is Vanessa Simmons Married Novels & Stories

He didn’t add the last part out loud, but it lingered in the air between them: And I’m too damn old to play with illusions. Simon was thirty-five. He carried more than just age—he carried scars. Serena remained silent, her gaze fixed on Simon as he spoke with rare vulnerability. As he vented, the puzzle pieces of his resistance to marriage finally clicked into place. To him, marriage wasn’t a bond—it was a battlefield. A contract waiting to be betrayed. “Simon,” Serena said slowly, her voice measured, “Whitney’s about to become a household name. In the future, I’ll probably need to stir up some gossip for publicity’s sake. Are you going to be alright with that?”

"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!"

As if the universe had conspired to destroy her completely, there was a final piece to seal everything; "Vanessa Hayes was also known for sleeping with Professors for grades, former classmates confirm!" Shock pushed out her eyeballs. “What?” Before she could recover, the sight of the comment section followed, it was a total bloodbath. "Wait.. so you mean it was Isla who even got her a job?" "So she stole her best friend’s husband AND married him overnight?" "My goodness…And to think that the ungrateful bitch even dared to call Isla a gold digger?"

I asked, getting pissed as I shown the phone to her. Her eyes dilated when she saw it.”What…Damon wasn’t in a relationship? How? What the hell?” She looked perplexed. And then I came to a deduction, after seeing the announcement that I was getting married, Vanessa must have tried by all means to find out who the groom was, she did and now she somehow seduced him and stopped him from coming to the wedding so she could humiliate me. “Damn it!” I was fucking pissed. No! I barely had scandals. I avoided scandals with everything in me, I wasn’t about to have one.

"Sometimes they're the same thing." We drove back toward the ranch in silence. My mind raced with everything that had just happened. The vows. The kiss. The rings on my finger that felt foreign and heavy. "We need a story," I said finally. "For my family. They're going to ask questions." "We got married in New York three months ago," Simon said calmly. "Small ceremony. Just us. We were keeping it quiet because of Carl. But now that he's out of the picture, we can be honest."

Jemima glared at him, she flipped open the first page, the vows stated as follows; "I, Jemima Wilson, accept you Khalid Greyson as my lawfully wedded husband." "I, Khalid Greyson, accept you Jemima Wilson as my lawfully wedded wife." Jemima smirked, staring at him with so much hatred. It's really happening, she's taking vows with the same man that humiliated her in Chicago. The same man who yelled at her. When she was still working as his secretary, he was always harsh to her and never treated her nicely. If he could treat an outsider like that, how would he treat his own wife?

Belle suddenly thought about something and asked, "Grayson told me a bit about you and Sabrina. Are you guys doing alright?" Simon's eyes clouded over momentarily before he shrugged and said, "She's getting married." "What? Grayson said you went overseas to help Sabrina with something. Is it just because she's getting married?" Simon nodded bitterly. "Yes. She just got engaged a few days ago." Belle didn't reply. "Her boyfriend is a good-looking guy. He studied finance and is the manager of a very well-known bank in Midonica. She's always wanted a boyfriend who studied finance, so I guess her wish came true."

Lisa and Simon did not have sex for the first four months of their relationship. Getting to know Simon resulted in Lisa doing something she had never done before - she fell in love. Midway through her senior year, Simon proposed. Lisa accepted. They got married and the rest is history. Simon never asked Lisa about her past sexual relationships and Lisa never volunteered the information. She compared herself to an athlete who decides to figuratively "hang up his cleats" and retire. She decided to "hang up her kneepads."

"I think I blurted your name by mistake and it was wrong of me. I should have -" Alice never got to finish speaking because Simon's tongue was in her mouth, kissing her like she was the only girl left on the planet. Simon's hands were grabbing at her and making her needy, and soon he pulled away from her and smirked. "I'm not married, Alice." "But," Alice began. Simon lifted Alice and wrapped her legs around her waist. Alice blinked, puzzled, making Simon smile at her. "You have nothing to worry about." "No wife?" Alice asked. "Divorced," Simon added, "You?"

“Your wedding is in two days, and another woman is standing here pregnant with your child. Tell me, Lucas… how exactly do you intend to deal with this humiliation?” Lucas clenched his jaw, his mind racing. “I’ll take care of it, Father,” he said quickly. “I won’t abandon my fiancée. Eleanor is the woman I’m going to marry. She... ” “The whole city already knows about our affair.” Vanessa’s voice cut him off smoothly. She lifted her phone into the air, her expression almost triumphant. “You can’t get rid of me,” she continued. “Not anymore.” The screen of her phone glowed brightly, displaying the post she had just uploaded online.