Is Vanessa Simmons Married Novels & Stories

"What do you know? Don't let him deceive you with a few words. You didn't know he had a family in the past, but now you know he has a wife, and you still want to be with him. That's openly being a third party, inviting public condemnation!" Vanessa looked frustrated. "I know. He said he already had divorce papers ready, but his wife got sick, and he couldn't. He's good to me and respectful. We're just dating. It's not as serious as you think. He said he's not good enough for me. He even told me to find a better man—" Before she could finish, tears began to fall. Hamish was taken aback. "What do you mean? You two—" Vanessa replied, "We haven't been intimate."

Scott's eyes dropped to her hand—and froze on the diamond ring. "That ring... What's going on?" His voice shook. "Whose ring is that?" Vanessa held up her hand, the faintest smile on her lips. "You're not mistaken. I'm married, Scott. Stop wasting your time." "Married?" He shook his head in disbelief. "No... No, that's not possible. You wouldn't marry someone else. You love me. You've always loved me. You're lying!" Before he could keep going, a man strolled over, wrapped an arm around Vanessa's waist, and kissed her.

"Simon has made it big-time as an artist, and Yasmin is his manager. They make a golden couple, if not a match made in heaven. Olivia must be out of her mind if she thinks she can rekindle old flames with him…" Simon was indifferent to the remarks as he pulled Yasmin into his arms. "That's all in the past. Yasmin is the love of my life." A hush fell upon the crowd. There was no point in bringing up Simon and Olivia's past now that he and Yasmin were married and in love. I gave them a cursory glance before turning to the waiter and ordering myself a drink. As I sipped my fresh-squeezed orange juice, I prayed that my parents would show up soon and make the important announcement. I had a shift

“Come in, darling. Close the door.” Sierra obeyed, her stomach clenching. Vanessa set the brush down and turned, her smile poised but unreadable. “You’ve been… unsettled lately.” “I’m fine,” Sierra lied. Vanessa rose, crossing the room with that feline grace that always made Sierra feel smaller. She touched Sierra’s hair, smoothing it back, and for a fleeting moment, the gesture was almost tender. Almost maternal. “Do you know why I married Damien?” Vanessa asked softly.

“Ethan! Darling! And Olivia… wow, I’ve been seeing your face on every magazine cover lately.” “Nice to see you, Vanessa,” Olivia said with a polite nod. Vanessa leaned in, voice low and sharp. “So, it’s true? You two are married now?” Ethan smiled smoothly. “Of course. Didn’t you hear the news?” Vanessa’s eyes flicked to Olivia. “Oh, I heard. Just didn’t believe it.” Olivia held her glass tighter but smiled sweetly. “That’s the thing about power moves, Vanessa. No one believes them until they’re already done.”

She watched the man she had loved get married to another woman. Then, at the end of the ceremony, after they were announced as husband and wife, Vanessa took the microphone. "I have a special announcement!" Vanessa said, her voice loud and happy. "Killian and I are not just husband and wife today... we are going to be parents! I'm pregnant!" The church erupted in cheers and applause. Alfredo looked like the happiest man in the world. Calla felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. Her body shook. She held onto the chair in front of her to steady herself.

"Yoana, you're messing with me, right? You can't be serious about marrying someone else when you're so in love with me. "I get it. You must be playing along. Okay, my bad. I'm sorry." Simon's words were so outrageous, I almost cracked up. "Are you for real? Our wedding was trending online. Did you miss that?" Simon was like a broken record. "Are you still hung up on Sophia and I? Don't worry, she's history. "No one's going to bug you anymore. Come on. Let's go home, please?" Simon's plea made me furrow my brow in frustration. "Look, I'm already married, and I adore my husband."

“Marvin, please we'd be insulted by that. You know we treat and dress our staff better than that. He’s not the help. He’s just… not wanted here.” Marvin shot Jason another look, more confused than before. “Right. So… who is he, then?” Vanessa didn't hesitate,“He is my fiancé.” She claimed. She wasn’t exactly proud of it, but if it helped keep annoying suitors like Marvin at bay, then she’d use it. No second thoughts. “Say what?” Marvin blinked. Her fiancé? “Oh, uh…” Marvin was confused to hear that. He thought Vanessa was joking so he started laughing. “Good one, Vanessa, I did not know you were a joker.”

“She was married. When she was eighteen. In Vegas, of all places. Got herself hitched to some loser named Cody Barnes. I’ve got a copy of the marriage certificate to prove it.” For a heartbeat, Vanessa was speechless. Then her lips curled into a slow, triumphant smile. “You’re kidding. Show me...” Marcus slid his phone across the tabletop. On the screen was a grainy scan of an official-looking document. Vanessa snatched it up, eyes devouring the text. “This is perfect,” she breathed. “Absolutely perfect. I wonder what that wench will have to say about this?” “Right? I bet Mr. High and mighty Denver has no idea,” Marcus continued, his voice low and venomous. “And you know how he is about hone

Apparently, the meeting had gone nothing like she expected. Dominic hadn't been pleased to see her. He certainly hadn't entertained her feelings. Instead, he had shut everything down almost immediately. By the time Vanessa finished, her coffee had arrived untouched. Her fingers rested tightly around the cup. The tension in her shoulders was obvious. "What did you expect?" Diana asked carefully. Vanessa looked up. "What does that mean?" "It means he's married." The answer came without hesitation. Vanessa looked away. People moved around the restaurant. Waiters crossed the room and soft music played somewhere in the background.