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Chapter 8: Veronica's POV

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last update Last Updated: 2025-12-08 23:39:41

Angel's finger trembled on the paper, hovering over that jagged scrawl like it might bite. LEAVE OR DIE. The words weren't hers, they were too sloppy, too adult looking, etched in pencil that had ghosted through from the other side.

My stomach dropped, cold and hard, like I'd swallowed ice. Who the hell wrote this? Mason? One of his sleazy friends? Or something worse, lurking in this perfect house?

I yanked the drawing closer, heart slamming against my ribs. The stick figures, me with wild scribble hair, Angel tiny and beaming, Leonard tall like a tree, all looking innocent now, tainted.

"Angel, honey... where'd you get this? Did someone give it to you?"

She blinked up at me, confusion creasing her little brow.

No signs, just that wide-eyed stare, like a deer caught in headlights. The broken crayon rolled forgotten across the rug, green wax smearing a lazy trail.

She snatched the notepad from her wrist, scribbling frantically: MY DRAW. FROM ROOM. SCARED?

Scared? Kid, you have no i
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  • Daddy, I found you a wife.   Chapter 18: Veronica's POV

    It was real that my eyes felt cold. I was no longer just scared; I was in a clear, hard panic that made me stop shaking and start to think. The rules broke. It wasn't just a rich man's house; I was stuck in a secret war, and the person who made my toast was a fighter.Leonard didn't turn away. He just stood there and looked at me, his eyes tired. He was waiting for me to break or fight."I need to know everything about Elias," I said in a steady, low voice. I could only feel like I had a hand on the wheel that way. "I need to know everything I am going into. Because I'm not just Angel's nanny anymore, am I? I need to know my place in this fight."He sighed, the air leaving his chest heavy. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, the full weight of the Armani name sitting on his shoulders. He didn't try to shut me up. He knew I wouldn't listen."No," he agreed, the truth simple and heavy. "You're not. You're... baggage. You got caught in the battle. But you're also the shield, Veronic

  • Daddy, I found you a wife.   Chapter 17: Veronica's POV

    It was real that my eyes felt cold. I was no longer just scared; I was in a clear, hard panic that made me stop shaking and start to think. The rules broke. It wasn't just a rich man's house; I was stuck in a secret war, and the person who made my toast was a fighter.Leonard didn't turn away. He just stood there and looked at me, his eyes tired. He was waiting for me to break or fight."I need to know everything about Elias," I said in a steady, low voice. I could only feel like I had a hand on the wheel that way. "I need to know everything I am going into. Because I'm not just Angel's nanny anymore, am I? I need to know my place in this fight."He sighed, the air leaving his chest heavy. He looked like he hadn't slept in years, the full weight of the Armani name sitting on his shoulders. He didn't try to shut me up. He knew I wouldn't listen."No," he agreed, the truth simple and heavy. "You're not. You're... baggage. You got caught in the battle. But you're also the shield, Veronic

  • Daddy, I found you a wife.   Chapter 16: Veronica's POV

    The scream had been a raw, terrified sound. A man’s voice, sharp and cut off, like a string snapping under too much tension.And then, silence.I sat frozen on the massive bed, Angel heavy and warm against my chest, her little body the only anchor in a world that had suddenly tilted into chaos. My ears strained, trying to hear anything over the frantic drumming of my own heart.Footsteps? A crash? Another scream?Nothing. Just the low crackle of the fireplace, mocking me with its fake sense of cozy peace.The black gun Leonard had laid on the nightstand gleamed in the firelight. It felt alien and terrifyingly real. My hands automatically moved to cover Angel’s ears, as if silence itself could be loud enough to wake her.Five minutes, he said.It had been an eternity. Every shadow in the room became a threat. I pictured Leonard downstairs—suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, that cold, lethal look on his face. He was an executive, a billionaire. He wasn't supposed to be fighting thugs

  • Daddy, I found you a wife.   Chapter 15: Veronica's POV

    I stared at the text till the screen went black.Enjoy the voice while it lasts. Some things break quiet.Same unknown number as the last threat. My hands shook so bad I almost dropped the phone. The room spun a little—the big bed, the fancy lamp, the garden view that suddenly felt like a cage with gold bars.I locked the door again—double-check, deadbolt too—then backed up till my knees hit the mattress. Sat hard. The note from this morning was still crumpled in my pocket; I pulled it out, smoothing it on the duvet like that would make the words less ugly.LEAVE OR DIE on one side. Black X’s over my face on the other. And now this.Someone wasn’t just trying to scare me. They were counting down.I forwarded the text to Leonard—thumbs flying, no message, just the screenshot and a single word: Again.Three dots appeared instant.On my way up. Don’t open the door for anyone else.I exhaled shaky, pulling knees to chest. The locket Dad gave me dug cold into my skin. I snapped it open—Mom

  • Daddy, I found you a wife.   Chapter 14: Veronica's POV

    I stared at the text till the screen went black.Enjoy the voice while it lasts. Some things break quiet.Same unknown number as the last threat. My hands shook so bad I almost dropped the phone. The room spun a little—the big bed, the fancy lamp, the garden view that suddenly felt like a cage with gold bars.I locked the door again—double-check, deadbolt too—then backed up till my knees hit the mattress. Sat hard. The note from this morning was still crumpled in my pocket; I pulled it out, smoothing it on the duvet like that would make the words less ugly.LEAVE OR DIE on one side. Black X’s over my face on the other. And now this.Someone wasn’t just trying to scare me. They were counting down.I forwarded the text to Leonard—thumbs flying, no message, just the screenshot and a single word: Again.Three dots appeared instant.On my way up. Don’t open the door for anyone else.I exhaled shaky, pulling knees to chest. The locket Dad gave me dug cold into my skin. I snapped it open—Mom

  • Daddy, I found you a wife.   Chapter 13: Veronica's POV

    The mansion felt different when we got back, like the walls had ears now, and they were all whispering the same thing: They know.Leonard killed the engine in the garage, hands still white on the wheel. Angel was asleep in her booster, head lolling, that broken bird clutched to her chest like a teddy. Her little mouth was open, soft breaths puffing out. Peaceful. After saying "Daddy" and "Veronica" like it was nothing.I unbuckled quietly, heart still racing from the session high... and the comment low. That red-bold threat under the pap pics. Some kids lose their voices for good."You okay?" Leonard asked, voice rough. He hadn't let go of the wheel yet.I glanced at Angel, out cold, then back to him. "Define okay. My kid just talked for the first time in years because of puppet therapy, and five minutes later the internet's threatening to shut her up forever. So... peachy with a side of terror?"His jaw ticked. Then he finally let go, turning to face me full. The garage light was di

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