Veronica Miracle Married Novels & Stories

I could get engaged, close the deal, and once Amer Len experienced what an excellent business partner Torrens Incorporated was, it wouldn't matter whether I was married or not. At that point, Ms. Nichols and I could quietly call off the wedding. "Congratulations!" Amer Len exclaimed. "Now I have even more to celebrate with my wife tonight. We are hopeless romantics." I wondered if that was part of French DNA. I glanced at Ms. Nichols, hoping she would go along with it. Her eyes were wide, and I was certain she was about to expose my lie. God, I could only imagine what Amer Len would think of me then. "You weren't expecting me to share this news," Amer Len said to her.

Anyone observing could clearly see the rays of affection in the eyes of the man often labeled as insensitive. “You can ask Vlora.” Velia turned to Vlora, and her husband's secretary smiled casually, seemingly not at all bothered by the decision. “Thanks, but we're sure we'll be fine, Ma’am.” Velia nodded. “Very well then. In that case, may your marriage be a happy one.” The line of guests continued. This time another couple approached them. “Congratulations!” Andreas shook hands with Maxwell Hernandez and said, “Oh, I thought you wouldn't even come to my party, considering you didn't even show up at your cousin's wedding.”

It was the humidity I could do without. Tuscany would be hot, too, but not humid, not like Philadelphia. Veronica glanced back to wave to her sister, but her smile faltered upon seeing her grandfather. I wondered how much her sister knew. She knew we'd be married. But had Veronica confided the details of this unholy union? Had Veronica read what I'd given her, or had she'd buried her head in the sand, unable or unwilling to face and understand the reasons for her fate?

"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—”

Instead of a congratulatory speech, she wanted to break up with me loud and clear. "What?" I blurted in disbelief. "That's the deal before we dig into this relationship we have, Norman," Veronica replied, her voice filled with conviction. "If you win the election, we have to get married. But if it goes the other way around..." As Veronica kept talking from the other line, the sounds of my fingers shoving on the computer keyboards were in a race with my heartbeats. I looked into the result myself and the phone almost slipped off from my hand.

Susan said, patting her daughter's thighs. This brought a smile to Clara's face and she looked at her ring and her husband again. "You are all mine Kabir, all mine." She murmured to herself. **************** Veronica didn't see much of her husband at the wedding, in fact, she had avoided him, though he had made efforts to be with her however it was too late for them. Her lawyers would be serving him tomorrow, it was better she didn't make it too hard for both of them. As she watched him from the corner of her eyes she felt so sad that it had come to this.

She’d increased his dose slightly for tonight – just enough to keep him compliant without appearing completely absent. Veronica, dressed in a designer gown that probably cost more than most people’s monthly salary, reached for Damian’s hand. “I’m so happy we’re finally making this official, darling.” Her practiced sincerity almost matched Serena’s. “Yes,” Damian responded mechanically. “Very happy.” Margaret Jones, Veronica’s mother, dabbed at her eyes with an embroidered handkerchief. “They make such a beautiful couple. When I heard about that terrible wife who abandoned him...” “Please,” Serena interrupted smoothly, “let’s not dwell on past unpleasantness. Damian has found true love now.”

It still showed March 3, 2030. My heart started racing uncontrollably. I quickly replied, "You… who are you?" Even though the contact name clearly said Evil CEO, I could not stop myself from asking. "Hubby, you finally replied. Are you playing some kind of game with me, asking that? "Dear Andy, I am your wife, Veronica Starling. You always call me your dear Ronnie…" When I saw that, my entire worldview collapsed. Five years from now, I had married the evil CEO, Veronica Starling? We even had a child?

“Really! He’s even more handsome in person than on TV!” “Who’s the woman next to him? She’s so lucky to be Mr. Thiago's companion!” “That’s not just a companion, that’s his fiancée, Veronica. Mr. Thiago married her immediately after his divorce from his ex-wife. She’s really skilled.” “Oh?” Listening to these rumors, Veronica was actually quite satisfied. In her eyes, all the women were jealous that she could have such an outstanding man. She had gone to great lengths to get these two invitations from Helen. She had felt a bit upset, but now she had finally found a way to vent.

She sipped on her vanilla milkshake while sharing a long conversation with her friend. "So, are you really going to marry Lucas?" Veronica asked, seeking confirmation. Despite Deasy's determined expression, Veronica couldn't help but be curious. "Yes. Why do you ask?" Veronica chuckled. There was something amusing to her that caused her laughter. "Lucas... Lucas Orion Morales. The son of Andreas Morales, the owner of the Daxton Group? Are you sure, Des?" Deasy nodded repeatedly, ensuring there was no doubt in her mind. "Yes, Veronica Ashborne. I'm going to marry Lucas Orion Morales."