Is Vanessa Simmons Married Novels & Stories

Simon probed further, his tone steady, trying to understand the complexities of my situation. I rested my face in my hands, running them through my hair as I debated whether to confide in him. Hesitated, torn between revealing the truth and protecting Jane's privacy. "She's married." I finally admitted with a guilty tone. "MARRIED?" Simon shouted, surprised and incredulous. "Yes, but no need to shout," I replied defensively, feeling the weight of the situation. He looked at me, stunned, his hand flying to cover his mouth as if trying to contain his disbelief.

Eying me from head to toe, he greeted me as well, "Hi, beautiful queen." I gave a genuine smile at his respect. However, my husband groaned. Why does Vexon hate him so much? "You are really beautiful," he mumbled. "Well, she is my wife." Vexon gave a tight-lipped smile and placed a hand on my waist. "Where are the papers?" "Here are the marriage papers." Mr. Simon took the file from the table and took a seat on one of the couches. We all sat on the couches. Newana was on my right side while Vexon on my left.

Vanessa curled into herself beside me, staring at Owen fearfully. She bit her lip, trying to seem vulnerable, hoping it would pull some shred of compassion from him like before. But Owen's gaze was locked on me, brimming with affection. Vanessa forced a weak smile and asked, "Owen, what are you doing? Ms. Millar is already married—" "Shut your mouth, you shameless bitch!" Owen shouted in fury. "Audrey and I would never have split up if it weren't for you!" Vanessa's complexion went ashen.

Vanessa, with her fiery hazel eyes and trembling strength. “Yes,” I finally answered. “There is someone.” The journalist’s eyebrows lifted in interest. “Really?” I nodded and leaned back slightly, “Infact, she’s carrying my child, and we’ll be married soon.” I heard low murmurs in the background. Cameras flashed, and I could feel the curiosity in the air. “Can you give us her name?” “Vanessa,” I answered after giving it a thought. No last name. No further details. Just enough to set their imaginations on fire.

"I want you to sit on Damien's lap and kiss him like your life depends on it. I miss seeing the two of you making out like horny teenagers." Vanessa turns to look at Gina in absolute shock. She's just as shocked as I am by the request. She shakes her head and then drinks. "Come on!" Gina laughs. "Don't be boring! You used to be fun! You and Damien used to be fun!" "I'm married!" Vanessa snaps. "And he's married too! And his beautiful wife is sitting next to him. If I was his wife, I would find your requests very disrespectful. And I would demand for an apology."

“It’s the solution.” His brows furrowed. “A solution to what?” She popped the last piece of toast into her mouth, chewed delicately, and finally met his gaze. “Our marriage, Richard. And at least an expectation of what should come from it.” She exhaled, tilting her head as her expression softened. “You heard the doctor. I’m barren.” Vanessa gestured toward the flyer on the table. “This will give our marriage a future, make our parents happy…” Her voice lowered, turning soft, almost seductive. “…make me happy.”

I glanced at the glittering jewels on screen, then at the cheap cup set in my arms, and let out a hollow laugh. Perhaps in Simon’s eyes, I really was just a tragic joke. Their foreheads touched in the video, then their lips crashed together. The obscene, wet sounds of their kiss echoed jarringly through my speakers. [Oops~ Just so you know, after your little wedding show, Simon will be marrying me legally. Remember, the woman without the certificate is the real mistress~]

“What in the world happened here? Who dares to beat someone else up in the Whitecastle family’s territory?” She turned to look straight at me. When I met her shocked gaze, I sighed and struggled to get up. “You got here right on time, Vanessa! This involves our marriage arrangement. You have to give me an—” She slapped me before I could finish speaking. The sting of it rooted me to the spot. “Redmond Day, how dare you hit my husband? Do you have a death wish?” Looking at Josh, I laughed out of anger and disbelief. I pointed at Vanessa and said, “What gives him the right to call the shots here? Have you gone mad?”

“No. But I do own Velmon, in a way. The city bows to me because I’m Nathan’s wife.” That made Serena open her eyes. Not because it hurt, but because it demanded confirmation. “You married Nathan?” Serena asked calmly. “Why don’t I believe that?” “Yes,” Vanessa replied smoothly, clearly pleased she’d finally earned her attention. “We’re married. And we have a daughter.” Vanessa watched her closely. When Serena gave her nothing, she pressed on. “Nathan adores her,” Vanessa added with a bright smile. “He adores us.” Serena’s fingers curled against the sofa cushion. Just once. Then she relaxed them again.