Vanessa James Married Novels & Stories

Yates's wife, the crew members gasped in shock as they exchanged glances. - When did Mr. Yates get married again? - Are you sure this guy is telling the truth? Cause if he is then the news should have gone viral by now. - He isn't lying. I saw a live video from a small blogger's page, everything he is saying is true. Vanessa Dawson hates her for getting married to her ex-husband, Bruce Yates, and taking her place in her daughter's life as a mom. You guys are not following the trends that's why you are not aware. The news is everywhere!

"Not to that extent. I can also put myself in my place and realize how to behave." I poured the drink back into the glass and took a sip. "You know." James leaned closer and listened. "I regret giving my mother permission to marry Vanessa's father. Because maybe if their marriage hadn't happened, Vanessa and I could have been together a long time ago. I would have been happy a long time ago and not made work my escape." "I knew you kept working for something. The way you work is quite abnormal like there is no tomorrow." I glanced at James, who was looking at me sarcastically.

She said, and I turned to see if Veronica was still sleeping, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw she hadn't woken up. "Who's Jameson?" I asked, frowning slightly as I didn't have an inkling of whoever this Jameson person was, and after Miles comical possessive behavior last night, I didn't want to have to deal with another Veronica admirer. She obviously heard the censure in my voice as she rushed to explain herself, "Jameson's my husband, Veronica's father... You don't have to worry about anything. He came to the city three days ago and he met with Veronica, she told him she was seeing someone." She said.

James grabbed Smirt's hand and released it roughly. "Can't I get to know my daughter-in-law...when did you get married? Is she Natasha the poor woman you married." Tessa growled as she heard the old man seemingly demeaning the woman married to James. Tessa did not know who James' wife Natasha was before but, it was not too much to discuss wealth here.

Vanessa teased, laughing. "Wait, you're in love with a real human person, right?" Vanessa asked, her eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. She'd be devastated if Emma's announcement turned out to be a joke. Emma finally tore her gaze away from Vanessa's astonished face. "Yeah," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, "with James." She stood up and headed to the kitchen, leaving Vanessa staring after her in horror.

"Jasper, can you offer her that? You're weak, indecisive, and uncertain of your own feelings. You are so tainted that I can barely stand to look at you. What right do you have to spend your life with Lyse?" Jameson's laughter returned, wild and derisive, echoing through this extravagant yet bizarre cage. "Fortunately, after all the detours, I am the one who has become Lyse's husband," Jameson said, his voice trembling with a twisted satisfaction. "Lyse and I are officially married. We celebrated our wedding on Rose Island and shared a romantic night together. "She is completely mine now. From hereon, she is Mrs. Schmidt." "You… Shut up!" Jasper gasped for air as if suffocating. Overwhelmed b

"The one my wife and I will be moving into after the wedding this evening?" James tossed a silver key ring across the room. I caught it effortlessly. "Are you even a little bit curious to see her?" James asked, shaking his head. "Your wife? Bro, you're actually getting married. D*mn. You're leaving me all alone in the single world." "It's five years," I replied coldly, sliding my silver Rolex onto my wrist. "She will be my wife just for show." Thirty minutes later, my cynicism faded into a blur of blinding camera flashes and low whispers.

I grabbed Shantel's shot and downed it at once, earning a glare from her as I just gave her a wide-lipped smile, returning the glass in front of her. She asked the bartender to fill two shots again, handing one over to me. “I'm still upset with you but the fact that you got married to that heartbreaker breaks my heart. I can't believe your family made you marry him. I bet he is still the same arrogant jerk.” The last part came in as a whisper, but I still heard her. “Your best bet.” I chipped in and sipped out of my glass. “Not to worry, it's a year contract marriage and everything would be over in a few months.” I said, my voice filled with so much determination.

I had prepared for this moment a thousand times in my head, but now he was here, standing just a few feet away… Desmond Kyle Velasquez—my son’s father and my ex-husband. I KEPT my smile steady, my posture firm. I wasn’t the same Yvonne they once knew—the girl who was too naive, too fragile. I had rebuilt myself from the ruins they left me in, and tonight, I wasn’t going to let their presence affect me. Desmond’s piercing ocean blue eyes stared at me, and only when a delicate arm of a woman was wrapped around his arm, he looked away. It was her—Samantha.

“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.