Is Veronica Miracle Married Novels & Stories

“…still can’t believe Mr. Sterling actually married her.” Veronica slowed slightly outside the doorway. “I always thought Mr. Sterling would marry Miss Lucia eventually. They always seemed so happy together.” “So did I.” A brief silence followed before one of the women spoke again. “I saw him this morning,” she said quietly. “Coming out of his room, wearing a towel.” “Well,” the second woman said carefully, “they are married now.” Veronica stepped inside then. The two maids near the far counter looked up immediately, their conversation dying at once.

Veronica was wearing a business suit, her hair was pulled back very tightly and her nicely done nails were tapping on the table in a way that showed she was getting impatient. Before the lawyer could even open his folder I reached into my bag and slid the Marriage certificate across the fancy wooden table. "I got married " I said blatantly "before my twenty-fifth birthday." The words landed and tore every civility around us apart. Veronica stared at the paper wishing it to be a lie by looking at it really hard and then she picked it up. The moment her fingers touched it I saw her face turn pale. "This can't be right, " she said, sounding really scared.

My wolf is nearly uncontrollable now, urging me to reach for her, to slide my hands into that silky honey-colored hair, to press my lips against hers. Instead, I grip the handrail behind me and keep my distance. “How long have you known?” I ask bluntly. Veronica’s eyes flicker, but her expression remains neutral. “Since the first time we met, all those years ago.” “Why didn’t you say anything?” She shrugs one elegant shoulder. “You were already with Iris. Then you married Selina. The timing never seemed right.” Her red lips curve. “But fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it? Here we are again.”

“I didn’t know you were coming.” He nodded politely. “Just picking up Kendall.” “Well, it’s good to see you,” she said, her voice dripping with warmth. “We hardly ever get to talk.” Jack gave a courteous smile but kept moving toward Kendall’s voice in the living room. Bianca’s eyes followed him, sharp and assessing. Veronica, watching from the hallway, hid her satisfaction behind her teacup. Seeds planted. Now all they had to do was water them. That night, Veronica lay in bed thinking about the man her stepdaughter had married. A man with connections, money, and influence she’d never imagined.

I grabbed the diamond ring out of my pocket, and she beamed with happiness. “I was going to give it to you earlier, but your crazy sister messed up my plans.” She planted a soft kiss on my lips before grabbing the ring and putting it on. “Let's get married again, I can't lose you again.” She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her back, caressing her back until she pulled back. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” “Wonderful.” “How…how is Veronica?” “She's alive. The doctors say she tried hurting a nurse recently, so she was put in a seclusion room and won't be allowed out for a while.” She sighed heavily as her lashes fluttered up and down.

I shook my head about to cry, “Rhea, Jason. She’s my fucking best friend you knave!” For a second, he hesitated. Then he leaned back, smirking. “Yeah. So?” The casualness of it broke me. “SO?! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! AND YOU—YOU’RE MY HUSBAND! HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS TO ME?!” Jason sighed, rubbing his temples like I was the one causing him pain. He gave me a warning glare and he looked like he was going to walk right over and punch me. “Veronica, stop being dramatic. You knew this marriage was over. You can’t even give me a child. What did you expect?” He said brutality and I stared at him, my heart scattering into tiny pieces

"Nik—no.” Gloria clapped her hands excitedly. “Actually… wait. That’s not a bad idea.” “OH, MY GOD!” Adrian yelled. Lucas stroked his chin. "Well, historically...” “NO! NO HISTORY!” Adrian cried. “STOP SUPPORTING THIS!” Camilla shrugged. “You got her pregnant. What did you expect? A congratulatory coupon?” Veronica, overwhelmed and flustered, struggled to form words. “ I-I-I am not doing a shotgun wedding! I don’t even know if I want to get married right now! I’m still ACTING! I have contracts! Schedules! A movie coming up—”

From the setting to the ring, her fiancé's nervous fumble to Veronica's teary acceptance, they painted the picture together, laughter and happiness colouring their voices. When the call ended, a contented sigh escaped Nora's lips. "Veronica's engaged," she announced to Greg, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Wow, that's good news," Greg said, gently tugging on her big toe while his other hand massaged her ankle. "Is she engaged to Ted?" Greg asked. "No she is not engaged to Ted", Nora answered. Nora began narrating Veronica's story to Greg, who listened attentively to his beautiful pregnant wife.

I could no longer hear what he was saying, but suddenly, I was transported back to that night when he and Elaine were wrapped up in each other's arms. Panicking that a swarm of reporters might discover us, I grabbed his hand and pulled it around my waist, leaning against him for support. He shoved me away forcefully, his disgust palpable. "Veronica, don't forget, we aren't married yet!" I felt weak all over and collapsed, a wave of metallic sweetness rising in my throat. Just before I lost consciousness, I heard his urgent voice. "Veronica, what's wrong?"

I remember staring at her pale face, thinking it was my fault. Now here we are. And if she didn’t open her mouth and talk, if she kept pushing me with that stubborn silence—God knows I would have finger-fucked her right there just to break her pride. At least then she’d understand I’m not the kind of man who plays gentle games. Sooner or later, she will learn the truth about the man she married. My phone buzzed. My assistant’s name lit the screen and I answered immediately. “Sir, a few people in Chicago found out you’re married. Do you want me to die down the news?”