Veronica Miracle Married Novels & Stories

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.

He stared blankly at the embossed folder resting on the mahogany table before him—Elara’s official terms of surrender, stamped with the Genesis Institute seal. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her cold, indifferent gaze. The submissive, quiet woman he had kept locked away in a loveless marriage for three years had never truly existed. Elara Vance was a phantom, a predator who had worn the skin of a docile wife while secretly reigning as the god of modern medicine. And now, she held the beating heart of his empire—and his mistress—in the palm of her hand.

It was her acceptance and then the crowd went wild, even Veronica came flying to the fireplace to embrace her husband. His hands fell to her waist and she jumped on him. In everyone's presence, they shared a kiss. While I still stood there and watched, a lone tear escaped my eyes with my stomach twisting in a tight knot. Veronica's feet finally found the ground and now, they were standing in front of the Pari. The Pari was a sacred figure like a priest who would oversee the rest of the wedding and bind the two of them together. During the time we waited, Rafael was able to dress himself into a suit and find his way back to the altar again. He held Veronica's hands and even before anything wa

"Tell me, dear, how does it feel to be married for convenience rather than passion? Surely a woman of your... upbringing must find it stifling." Andrea's jaw tightened imperceptibly, her fingers curling around the stem of her wine glass as she fought to keep her composure. "Marriage is about more than passion, Veronica," she countered evenly, her gaze steady despite the storm raging beneath the surface. "It's about commitment and loyalty." Veronica's smile faltered, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features before she regained her composure with practiced ease. "Of course, my dear," she murmured, her tone dripping with insincerity. "But one must wonder how long such arrangements can endur

"I've never known you to be so intense. It was me on the couch, but you were fucking that girl." Michael shook his head in frustration and stalked to the other side of the veranda, looking out over the city. "This is the last time I can see you," Veronica said quietly. "I'm getting married." "You're what?" he whirled to face her, eyes wide.

Veronica held her mouth so shocked although she knew Francisco's relationship to Alvarez. "Woah, woah. Does this mean that we are actually cousins?" Veronica asked. Sabrina chuckled. Behind them, Enzo and Ethan don't know what to say or what to do. They are just too baffled by everything that happened. What the fuck is happening? "Wait!" Veronica held her up. "Does this mean that my sister just married her cousin and had babies with him?" Francisco frowns and faces Veronica. "Sister?" Francisco was confused now.

And that terrified me more than anything. If Matthew was really back, then what did that mean for us? For my marriage? For the life we built? – Veronica leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, eyes gleaming with mischief. "This is the most interesting thing I’ve ever heard. Like, seriously, what the hell? Your dead brother comes back after ten years, and now your marriage is technically void? This is some crazy telenovela shit." I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my whiskey. "Thanks for the reminder, Veronica."

“Please, marry me, Veronica. This time for real and without any contract or time limit. I am going to love you till my last breath. Be my wife, please.” She tilted her face up, forcing the tears that had clouded her eyes back. Over a year ago she had married him, she had answered as his wife but this one felt different. This one was for real. She stretched out her hand. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I will marry you again but this time for real.” With unsteady fingers, he slipped the ring on her finger and stood to his feet. His hand encircled her and he pulled her towards him. His lips captured her waiting ones.

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?"

he said with a small smile. I simply nodded, trying to comprehend everything he had just said. “Listen, Veronica. I’ve looked at your hospital files, and I can help you.” “What?” “There’s a trial treatment for PODS, and with my connections, I can get you in.” “How?” I whispered, looking away as a single tear escaped. He leaned forward and brushed it away. “Marry me.” His voice fanned against my skin. “Together, we’ll bring down Caleb’s empire and expose him for the monster he is, and you’ll get to live a long, healthy life.”