INICIAR SESIÓNVeronica's POV:I was clenching my jaw so hard I thought my teeth might crack, as I looked at my father who was speaking with Laura Bellamy.Laura fucking Bellamy. She was the pawn Chase had used to create that fake engagement party.And now she was here, at our Debutante Ball, laughing at something my father said, like they were old friends."What are the Bellamys doing here?" I asked my father's secretary, a middle-aged woman named Margaret who'd been with him for fifteen years and who I was ninety percent sure he'd had an affair with at some point.It was something we... Theo and I... just brushed off and moved on. Another in a long line of our father's affairs that we pretended not to notice.Margaret leaned closer to me and whispered, "Mr. Ashford has developed a close relationship with the Bellamys recently. There have been... talks.""Talks about what?" I pressed.She hesitated, glancing at my father to make sure he wasn't watching. "Lately, there have been discussions about hi
Veronica's POV:I stepped into the grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel, and immediately felt the pressure of dozens of eyes turning toward me.The Debutante Ball was everything I'd expected and worse... women were in designer gowns that cost more than cars, men in perfect tuxedos discussing mergers over champagne. Most were old money, and some of them new money.All were gathered to be seen and validated by the elite society.I felt uneasy in my skin as I felt their judgmental gazes on me.Even though I was walking in with Theo beside me, who was looking impossibly handsome in his black tuxedo, I felt uneasy.My recent success at the expo meant nothing here. These people didn't care about innovation or improvement.They cared about reputation, lineage, and scandal.And I was currently the biggest scandal in their world."Damn," I muttered under my breath to Theo. "These people are just draining.""Just don't look them in the eyes," Theo said quietly, his hand was warm and steady on my l
Max's POV:I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my baby brother for real.Ever since this whole triangle situation had begun, I'd avoided this exact discussion as much as possible. Pushed it away, told myself we had time, that Veronica would eventually choose, and we'd deal with the fallout then.But now it seemed like we'd reached a breaking point... and there was no more avoiding it."What do you even mean by this?" Theo asked. "That we both make the choice for her?""Of course we should," I said. "This way she won't feel guilty for rejecting one of us. Don't you see? That's why she's stuck with us. She cares about both of us too much to hurt either one."Theo ran his hand through his blonde hair, that gesture he always made when he was stressed. "But what if we make the choice and she starts resenting it? We can't just decide something this important without knowing her heart fully. What if we choose wrong?"He stiffened at that."You're right, brother," he said q
Veronica's POV:I felt strange when I opened my eyes.The light was too bright. The smell was wrong... like that of a hospital. And the bed beneath me was narrow, uncomfortable, with scratchy sheets that weren't mine.Why was I sleeping in a hospital bed?I blinked, trying to focus, and saw three figures near me. My mother, sitting in a chair by the window, her perfectly made-up face showing unusual signs of distress.And Max and Theo were both standing at the foot of my bed, looking tight with worry."What is going on here?" I asked, my voice coming out hoarse and confused. "How did I end up here?"They all looked at each other, and some silent communication was passing between them that I couldn't decipher.My mother leaned forward, reaching for my hand with uncharacteristic gentleness. "Sweety, stay calm, okay? Don't get angry anymore. Just stop this.""Anger?" I repeated, feeling completely lost. "What are you talking about?""She really doesn't remember anything," Max said, runni
Veronica's POV:"Father is just coming up with new ways to torture us," Theo sighed, scrolling through the email on his phone with an expression of pure dread."What now?" Max asked, leaning over to read the screen."He's the host of the Debutante Ball this year," Theo said, his voice flat. "And he expects us both to take the lead on organizing it."Max let out a long groan. "This is exactly why I never worked for him, you know. Now see what happens? Dad's already assigning us impossible projects. The Debutante Ball is a nightmare... six hundred guests, sponsor coordination, the presentation ceremony, managing all those socialite families and their expectations..."Theo slumped back on the couch, looking more defeated than I'd seen him since he'd gotten proper rest. "Our beach days are over, brother. We need to go back to New York and handle this.""But Veronica... you can stay here if you wish... you know, you still can't see your father," Theo said hesitantly."No, I am ready now,"
Veronica's POV:A week went by.I spent most of my time on the seashore behind the beach house, sitting in the sand with a book I wasn't really reading, trying to forget the fact that my father had never contacted me. Not a single call, text, or email. Not even a single acknowledgment of my successful expo presentation.The silence hurt more than I wanted to admit.Theo came and joined me on the beach that afternoon, settling into the sand beside me. He looked better... the dark circles under his eyes had faded, his shoulders weren't quite so tense, and there was color back in his face."I don't know what exactly you did," he said, gazing out at the ocean. "But you've changed him for good."I'd refused to give Theo the full details of what I'd said to Max that night in the bar. It felt too personal, and honestly, I was still processing it myself."He must really love you," Theo continued quietly, "if he's willing to do all this."That's when I saw it... the sting in his green eyes. Th
Veronica's POV:My dad would have actually listened to Theo—I could see it in the way his shoulders loosened, in the way his eyes flicked with pure interest as Theo spoke.But then Chase slithered like a snake into the conversation and twisted everything. "On what grounds do you even say all this, A
Veronica's POV:“That is enough,” my father thundered, his voice slicing through the café like a whip.Every muscle in my body locked. No matter how old I became, his tone still reduced me to that frightened little girl who could never do anything right.“I am tired of your drama, Veronica,” he spat
Veronica's POV:I was supposed to stay in the Ashford family’s Malibu beach house for seven days... hidden away, figuring out my entire life.Seven days.How ridiculous was that? How could anyone rebuild themselves in a week?The thought felt absurd, and yet here I was.I sighed, rubbing sunscreen a
Veronica's POV:“Well,” I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “Please don’t compare your fathers with mine. At least yours gave you the chance to prove yourselves, even if it came with criticism or pressure. My father doesn’t even give me that much. He just decides everything for me... who I marry, wha







