Novels by Connie Frost

VeraThe words echoed in my head until they became unbearable. “What does that mean?”No one answered. The silence stretched on as I looked from one man to the next. These were the three rulers of the Central North Territories. News channels called them kings, warlords, and worse, but never merciful. Yet they had saved me. How? And why?“I asked you a question,” I said.Jude stood with one hand in the pocket of his black trousers, watching me with an unreadable expression. “You shouldn’t be standing.”I blinked. “What?”“You shouldn’t be standing,” he repeated.“I don’t care. I asked why I’m here.”Heat rose to my face when he stayed silent. The blond man leaning against the wall folded his arms and gave a small smile. “I like her.”Jude didn’t glance at him. “I didn’t ask.”“That’s exactly why I said it.” The blond man pushed off the wall and looked straight at me. “I expected tears. I expected screaming. I expected gratitude. I didn’t expect attitude.”I stared at him. “And who ex

VeraPain had a name.It tore through my body so violently that my eyes flew open on a ragged gasp. Air rushed into my lungs, as if breathing had become something my body no longer knew how to do. For several seconds I couldn’t move. I simply stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, blinking slowly while my heart pounded against my ribs. It was white and smooth, nothing like the rough concrete of that rooftop or the endless gray sky I had been falling toward.I swallowed, and the movement sent another wave of pain racing through my throat and chest. My eyes darted around the room. It was a large bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows covered by dark curtains, cream-colored walls, and a cold fireplace beneath a framed landscape painting. Everything looked expensive. My gaze dropped to the thick blanket covering me, then to the white bandages wrapped around both arms. My right wrist was splinted and several fingers were wrapped individually. I lifted my hand instinctively. The motio

VeraMy heart began hammering. I suddenly didn’t want the answer, but I already knew there was one. “Tell me the truth.”“Why?”The question stunned me. “Because I’m your wife.”“No.” The answer came immediately, without hesitation.My chest tightened. “No?”“You aren’t obligated to know anything now Vera.”The room seemed to tilt as I turned to Ethan. “Then what were they?”His smile widened. “The documents?”“Yes the documents.”“They weren’t authorization forms.” For a moment I forgot how to breathe. “They were transfer agreements.”The words hit me like a physical blow. I shook my head. “No, you can't be serious.”“You signed them.”I stared at him as the room felt smaller and the air thinner. Every instinct screamed that something terrible was happening. “What did I sign?”His eyes never left mine. “You signed away voting control of Carter Holdings. You signed away majority ownership. You signed away trust access.”“No.” I barely recognized my own voice. Because he had to be lyi

VeraMy gaze moved between Ethan and Vanessa, waiting for one of them to look ashamed. Neither did. That was the first thing that truly frightened me—not the affair, It was the complete absence of panic.People who got caught were supposed to panic. They were supposed to scramble for excuses, pull their clothes straight, and tell ridiculous lies that no one believed. “Ethan.” My voice sounded thin and distant, like it belonged to someone else. I stared at him and felt something ugly growing inside my chest. Six years of anniversaries and shared vacations. Six years of memorizing how he took his coffee. “Say something,” I said.But Ethan sighed—actually sighed. The sound landed harder than a slap. “What exactly would you like me to say, Vera?”For a moment I simply looked at him, wondering if I was having some sort of breakdown. Maybe I had finally worked too much or inhaled something strange at the gala, because there was no possible way the man standing in front of me could be my

VeraI could forgive the cheating. It was the murder that felt excessive.Affairs happen. People fall out of love. Hearts break every day. There are lawyers, divorce papers, and expensive therapy sessions for things like that. Most reasonable people don't solve marital problems by throwing their wives off forty-story buildings. But then again, my husband had never been particularly reasonable.The funny thing is, if someone had asked me that morning whether my marriage was happy, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not because it was perfect—perfect marriages didn't exist. But because I loved him. And when you love someone long enough, you ignore all the red flags.Looking back, I can pinpoint a hundred moments when I should have known. The warning signs weren't hidden. I simply trusted the wrong people.The rain had started sometime that afternoon, drumming steadily against the windows of our penthouse while I stood in front of the bedroom mirror fastening a pair of diamond ear