Wedding Vanessa Simmons Married Novels & Stories

----------------- Zhang wei was driving with a young beautiful lady sitting on the co-pilot seat who was constantly touching her makeup and asking Zhang wei " How do I look? Do I look good in this dress? I specially bought this dress for the meeting? I hope your family likes me… " Pacifying his girlfriend Zhang wei said " You look beautiful as always honey. You don't have to worry. I am sure mother and father will like you." An hour later, a silver Mercedes entered a well lit bungalow. Chauffeur opened the door and Zhang wei got down from the driver seat Passing the key to the chauffeur, he went to the co- pilot seat and helped his girlfriend to get out of the car like a gentlemen.

It wasn't until that evening that he finally called. "Just saw your message. My friend had a bit of a crisis, and I only just got home," he explained. "What happened?" I asked, concerned. "It's his ex-fiancée. They were about to get married, but she suddenly demanded an expensive engagement ring and insisted on a lavish wedding. My friend's just an average guy—there's no way he could afford all that. They broke up, but now she regrets it and showed up at his place, threatening to hurt herself."

“This has to be the cutest vampire baby in the world, right?” Adrian didn’t answer her. But even from the far end of the hallway, I could still see the faint curve of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Margaret Valemont, please proceed to Examination Room Three.” My name echoed through the empty corridor. I stood there alone, watching as a moment of blankness and panic flashed across Adrian’s face. He turned around, saw me, and quickly pulled his arm away from Elara. We had been married for ten years.

He looked at me sincerely and continued, “I’ve had the wedding dress redesigned, and the ring will be custom-made again. I’ll give you the grandest wedding Napels has ever seen. Everyone will know that you are my only wife, Eve.” I listened quietly but felt nothing at all. It was because my ticket had been confirmed earlier that afternoon. My flight would depart three days from now at ten in the morning from Napels to Switz. I would leave this place, Lewis, this relationship that had drained everything out of me. As for the so-called wedding of the century he was promising, I would no longer be the bride.

~ JAMIE "Jamie and I were just reminiscing about an inside joke, weren't we, sweetheart?" Simon's hand found my lower back, warm and possessive. "We're not married, but we're very much together." Vanessa's eyes swept over the scene—Simon's hand on me, the kids clinging to our legs like we were their parents. I saw the exact moment she looked at me like she was pissed I was with someone. Her husband was probably somewhere cheating on her again.

she said. "What?" "The journalist Adrian hired." She tilted her head. "What is her name?" Kola glanced at the tablet. "Sade Williams. Freelance. Based in Lagos, covers business and society" He stopped. Because Zara had gone very still in the way she only went still when something had just assembled itself in her mind with the specific click of a perfectly placed piece. "Sade Williams," she said. "You know her?" Damien said. Zara looked at him. "She planned the flowers at the Adeyemi-Bankole wedding," she said slowly. "Two years ago. I gave her my card because she asked about event management." A pause. "She sent me a reference inquiry three weeks ago. I haven't replied yet."

“Do you take this woman as your Luna and wife?” “I do,” Simon answered, smiling like he’d won something. “You may kiss the bride.” Simon leaned in. I turned my head. His lips landed on my cheek. The officiant stamped the paper. Done. Married. Ten minutes and I was Mrs. Lawson. I wanted to vomit. Ten days after that, Simon pulled up outside the temporary safe-house in a sleek black car. “Time to go home,” he said, opening the passenger door. I climbed in without a word. The drive north was long and quiet except for him trying.

"Uhm, as far as I can see, you don't really seem like you're okay yet, I mean, congratulations..." "What do you want to say? Straighten us up first." "Alyana, Stephen, I have a request for you two. Can you make your wedding even simple, you can do it again next month or whenever you want... I would like to see Stephen marry you Alyana. .." Vanessa held my hand and I stared at her, checking if she was joking or not. "I'm being serious right now, I want to see you get married." "If you want to see us get married, don't wait for when we want--"

It contained a pregnancy report from a private hospital in Manhorne. The report clearly stated that Isobel was five weeks and three days pregnant. It was then that it finally dawned on me. Dante never truly considered seeking my permission. He'd already made up his mind and was just informing me, his fiancee on paper. I sat by the apartment window, staring down at the busy streets as a chill sank deep into my bones. The next day, I canceled our wedding venue reservation. I ripped up our wedding invitations and burned everything I had received from him, including the wedding ring and his handwritten wedding vows.

he quickly said before hanging up. I stood there frozen, staring at the sea of guests and the flashing cameras. My mind went blank. Because of the Hepworth family's reputation, this wedding had been the talk of the town. On top of that, Simon had made sure to publicize every detail in advance. So, reporters had shown up to livestream the whole thing. Now, everyone was waiting for an answer from me. I forced myself to pick up the microphone. "I'm sorry, everyone. The groom isn't coming. The wedding is canceled."