Wedding Vanessa Simmons Married Novels & Stories

“What in the world happened here? Who dares to beat someone else up in the Whitecastle family’s territory?” She turned to look straight at me. When I met her shocked gaze, I sighed and struggled to get up. “You got here right on time, Vanessa! This involves our marriage arrangement. You have to give me an—” She slapped me before I could finish speaking. The sting of it rooted me to the spot. “Redmond Day, how dare you hit my husband? Do you have a death wish?” Looking at Josh, I laughed out of anger and disbelief. I pointed at Vanessa and said, “What gives him the right to call the shots here? Have you gone mad?”

A month after their wedding—seven years ago now—Vanessa and Daven had moved into one of the prime properties Daven owned. Kate Callister hadn’t objected—in fact, she’d supported it. Said it would give them more time together, a chance to reclaim the years Daven had lost in a loveless marriage before. When the car came to a smooth stop in front of the lobby, Vanessa immediately opened the door. But before stepping out, she threw Daven a sharp look. “You’re not coming up?” Daven turned his head slowly. “No. I’m heading to my mother’s.” Vanessa froze, hand still on the car door. Her expression faltered, then turned stormy. “Since when?”

But beneath that softness lived the same man who once burned his own wedding contract. “You’re quiet,” he said. “Just watching them.” “You always do when something’s about to change.” Before I could answer, Vanessa appeared, radiant in a white pantsuit that clashed beautifully with her signature dark lipstick. She grabbed the mic from the DJ and tapped it twice. “Alright, people! Before we all go back to eating enough sugar to kill a cow,” she grinned, “I have an announcement!” Adrian groaned. I smirked. “I said yes!” Vanessa yelled, flashing a diamond the size of a grape.

"And you're dealing with bedtime." "Worth it." I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Look how happy she is." Emily squeals and throws a handful of cake, hitting Marcus's girlfriend Jessica square in the chest. Marcus apologizes profusely while Jessica just laughs and wipes it off. "I can't believe we're doing this," Vanessa says quietly. "Getting married again in two hours." "Having second thoughts?" I'm teasing but there's a kernel of genuine concern. "About marrying you? Never. About doing it in front of all these people while wearing a white dress with frosting on it? Maybe." She gestures to the small stain on her simple white sundress.

He reminded her to wear the light blue dress he had given her to the wedding. After he left, she calmly tossed the black card into the trash can. Then, she took her things and walked out of the Rossi estate without looking back. … Simon stood at the end of the red carpet at his wedding. Right then, he instinctively shifted his gaze to the empty seat next to the old Don. Irina was supposed to be seated there. However, she was not present. She really had the guts to skip his wedding! Just then, the wedding march began. Camillia linked arms with her father as she slowly walked down the aisle.

"Anyway." She takes the last swig of her drink. "I am happy for you, Marissa. It was fast, but you and Ryland are adorable together. I knew he planned to ask, but I didn't expect a wedding this quickly." "Yeah, we're going to talk about you knowing and not telling me Ryland had a ring." I look to both girls with a side eye. "Simone knew too." Aspen points a finger at poor Simone and I laugh. "Come on. You missed brunch yesterday and got married. Let's go to dinner to celebrate." Aspen stands and motions for Simone to as well.

His jaw was tight, but his eyes were hollow. I looked at the crowd, the guests, the press, the people who once clapped for my love story and all I saw were spectators. Watching me burn. Vanessa turned on her heel and walked back to the altar, where Darren waited. The priest stood in stunned silence, but Vanessa waved a hand at him like he was a servant. “Go ahead,” she said brightly. “We’re ready.” And just like that, my wedding became hers. I didn’t faint. I didn’t scream. I didn’t tear the place apart like my body begged me to.

When I finally stepped outside, Beta Simon was waiting at the bottom of the stairs in a black tux. Not my husband. Stepping up, he offered me a hand which I accepted reluctantly. “Nice dress,” he complimented me with a smile which I returned with one of my own. “Thank you,” I glanced around. “And Wade? Where is he?” Simon pointed at the limousine he was leading me to. “He’s in there with Morgan waiting for you.” Opening the car door, he helped me inside, holding the train of my dress and placing it gently by my feet.

The others piled on. "Gemma, I am so jealous. A perfect wedding for only 500 dollars." "Tell me about it. I spent tens of thousands on mine, and looking back, I feel like such a fool." Kelsey tossed a popcorn-eating meme into the chat. "A 500-dollar wedding? I cannot wait to see that." Over the days that followed, Gemma waited for Sloane to reach out and lock down the wedding details. Not a single call came.

"Simon has made it big-time as an artist, and Yasmin is his manager. They make a golden couple, if not a match made in heaven. Olivia must be out of her mind if she thinks she can rekindle old flames with him…" Simon was indifferent to the remarks as he pulled Yasmin into his arms. "That's all in the past. Yasmin is the love of my life." A hush fell upon the crowd. There was no point in bringing up Simon and Olivia's past now that he and Yasmin were married and in love. I gave them a cursory glance before turning to the waiter and ordering myself a drink. As I sipped my fresh-squeezed orange juice, I prayed that my parents would show up soon and make the important announcement. I had a shift