ANMELDENIn this chapter, Veronica faces the storm within... the tug-of-war between morality and desire, peace and chaos. Theo represents the calm she craves, while Max ignites the fire she’s afraid to feel. But love isn’t always logical… and sometimes, the heart refuses to obey the mind. 💔🔥
Theo's POV:The hotel room was neutral in the way I had chosen it to be with no history, no associations, no maid who looked at me with worried eyes that I didn't have the energy to reassure.I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the small white tablet in my palm.My therapist, Dr. Matthew, had prescribed it for anxiety. Just to take the edge off, he had said. Not a solution, just something to help you function while we do the real work.I swallowed it with water and set the glass down and waited.An hour later I felt worse.Not dramatically worse. Just a slow, gray settling, like the lights in the room had been dimmed by someone I couldn't locate to ask them to stop. I sat with it and told myself it was temporary, an adjustment period, the expected response of a body encountering something new."Just anxiety," I said aloud to the empty room. "It's just the medication adjusting."The empty room did not confirm or deny this.I thought about calling Max. Put the phone down before I
Veronica's POV:The first day had been exactly as consuming as I had anticipated and then approximately forty percent more consuming than that on top of it, which meant I arrived home with the particular exhaustion of someone who has been performing competence at full volume for nine consecutive hours and is now allowed to stop.I dropped onto the couch and looked at the ceiling and thought about nothing deliberately for about ninety seconds, which was the most peace I had managed in recent memory.Then my phone buzzed and it was Max and I answered it before it had finished its first ring."How bad," he said immediately."Define bad.""Scale of one to Chase Pemberton."I laughed despite myself, which was something Max had a reliable talent for, locating the laugh in situations that had not previously appeared to contain one. "Maybe a four. The CFO tested me in the first meeting. The legal team sent seventeen documents that all needed same-day review. My assistant is lovely but she wa
Veronica’s POV:The office smelled like leather, and coffee.The chair of my cabin was exactly as I had imagined it.I had been imagining it for long enough that the reality of sitting in it should have felt anticlimactic... like the way things you work toward for years sometimes reveal themselves to be just furniture when you finally arrive at them.But it didn't feel anticlimactic. It felt like exactly what it was, which was the conclusion of a fight I had been having since I was old enough to understand that the company my father had built was something I wanted to be part of and winning my father's validation.I ran my hand along the edge of the desk.For a moment, I simply stood there looking at it all.The glass walls. The skyline beyond them.The polished desk at the center of the room with my name already engraved on the silver plate.Veronica Whitmore. CEO.A slow breath left me. I had fought for this position for years.Years of trying to prove I was capable enough. Smart en
Theo's POV:The nine year old Max found me in the corridor outside the sitting room.I had left the chess table and was standing near the window at the end of the hall with my forehead almost touching the cold glass, watching the garden below without seeing it, running the same calculation I had been running for the past twenty minutes which was whether it was possible to become good enough at chess between now and tomorrow morning to satisfy my father who had already decided what he was looking at when he looked at me.The answer I kept arriving at was no.I heard Max's footsteps before I heard his voice, which was always how it was with Max even at nine... he moved through spaces with an impact."Theo."I didn't turn around."I have an idea," he said."I don't want your ideas.""You want to go to Disneyland."I turned around.He was standing in the corridor with his hands in his pockets. There was nothing condescending in his face.That was the thing about Max that my father never f
Theo's POV:My father's office had always been designed to make you feel small.I had never been able to determine whether this was intentional or whether he had chosen the height of the ceilings and the scale of the desk with the specific purpose of reducing whoever sat across from him.Either way, the effect was consistent.I had been walking into this room since I was old enough to walk, and I had never once left it feeling larger than when I entered.And today was not an exception."The shares are down fourteen percent," my father said, without looking up from the documents in front of him.He had a way of delivering devastating information in the tone of someone reading a grocery list, which I had once admired as composure and now recognized as pure cruelty. "The Meridian partnership has formally requested a review of our Q3 commitments. And the Donovan group, whom I personally introduced you to, Theo, personally, as a favor... are now considering withdrawing entirely."I stood o
Veronica’s POV:I stared at Theo for a long moment after asking him why I should forgive Max.And suddenly, something inside me felt exhausted.I was tired of constantly trying to understand two men who carried entire storms inside themselves. Tired of feeling pulled in different directions emotionally until I no longer recognized my own thoughts anymore.I looked at Theo standing in front of me, calm as always, unreadable in ways that made me want to scream sometimes.And for the first time, I wanted out."To hell with them. To hell with this entire triangle."I was done.Done trying to decode hidden feelings between us, or balancing myself between brothers who loved each other and somehow kept hurting each other through me.I opened my mouth, ready to say it.Ready to call everything off.But before I could, my phone rang.I glanced at the screen.Father.My brows furrowed slightly before I answered. “What?”“You sound irritated,” he said immediately.“Because I am.”“I spoke to Cha
Veronica's POV:"Well... you're really hard to understand," I confessed;Max only chuckled... that always did strange things to my insides.We took our seats at the table opposite each other, and I immediately noticed the imperfections—the table wobbled when I rested my elbows on it, the chair squea
Veronica's POV:I'd seen Max in many forms by now.The surfer boy playing in waters... The party boy with a drink in hand and that dangerous smile. The bad boy with his tattoos and irreverent attitude.I've seen him even drunk and sick, vulnerable in ways he'd probably hate me remembering.But I nev
Veronica's POV:Let it be tails, I thought desperately as the coin spun through the air, catching the light.It landed with a soft clink on the coffee table.Heads.Theo groaned deeply... as he slumped back against the couch cushions.Max, on the other hand, was overjoyed. He literally jumped up on
Veronica's POV:"Thank you so much," I said to the maid... with genuine gratitude, warming my voice as I gathered my dishes and brought them to the sink.She was already there, rinsing plates under the stream of water in a robotic way...Usually it was only her loading the dishes into the dishwashe







