LOGINThis chapter marks the moment where the attack turns public—and merciless. 💔 Lies spread faster than truth, and Veronica is pushed into a corner by media, betrayal, and her father’s ultimatum. But pressure doesn’t just break people… sometimes, it forges them. Stay with her—this is far from over.
Veronica's POV:The moment I walked into the Regency Royale Hotel, heads turned.The party lounge was drenched in gold and crystal—champagne flutes clinking, low music and laughter. It was one of those spaces built to intimidate... to remind you who belonged and who didn’t. I spotted Chase immediately. He sat at the center table. When he looked up and saw me, his lips curved, smirking at me.I took the seat across from him without asking.“I knew you’d come back to my lap, darling,” he said smoothly, eyes sweeping over me. “You look stunning, by the way.”If he had said that three months ago, I would’ve melted.God, how I had yearned for even a single compliment from him. The last year of our relationship had been emotionally exhausting. He'd been extremely bossy, controlling, rude in ways that cut deep and left scars. He'd criticized everything—my clothes, my opinions, my ambitions, my friends. He'd made me feel small and insignificant and lucky that someone like him even bothered s
Veronica's POV:That fucking bastard. I was going to kill him.Before I could stop myself, or I could even think about consequences or alternatives or anything beyond the rage burning in my veins, I hurled my phone across the living room.It hit the wall with a sickening crack, the screen shattering before it clattered to the floor in pieces.Silence.Then reality crashed back in..."Shit," I whispered, staring at the destroyed phone. "Shit, shit, shit."That was the last phone I had.I sank onto the couch, dropping my head into my hands, crushing my own stupidity.Theo moved immediately. He sat down beside me, close... his hand found my back, rubbing slow, soothing circles."Let it all out," he said softly. "It's okay. Just let it out." He was again trying that Eastern philosophy approach on me.But I didn't want to be calm. I wanted to rage. I wanted to scream. I wanted to find Chase Pemberton and make him feel even a fraction of the pain he'd inflicted on me.I looked up, my vision
Veronica's POV:Trigger Warning: This chapter contains themes of emotional abuse, public shaming, manipulation, and coercion.While Max chased Macy down the beach, laughing like carefree children, my phone buzzed in my hand.Theo.I answered immediately. "Theo—"I stepped a little away from the noise, my heart already sinking even before I answered.“Veronica,” Theo said the moment I picked up. His voice was calm, controlled... but I could hear the tension beneath it which was odd for him. “Don’t panic, okay? The situation is… worse than we expected.”I closed my eyes.“Media outlets are starting to circulate the story. They’re claiming we stole the idea. Some are already calling us frauds.” He paused for half a second, then added gently, “The news may have reached your father too. But listen to me—we can fix this. We will fix this.”He said it as if he was reading my mind, anticipating exactly what I'd be thinking.Was I that predictable? Could everyone see right through me that easi
Veronica's POV:I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of how we must look... me in Max's arms, both of us sitting close on the mat. Max stiffened beside me, his body going tense.Another guy in the group grinned, clearly enjoying himself. "So... were you two on the verge of a breakup or something? You both look pretty intense."Someone else laughed, loud and obnoxious. "Maybe we should do a kiss cam! That always fixes things, right?"My body froze, every muscle locking up."Kiss... kiss... kiss..." they chanted, their voices rising in volume, more of them joining in until it became a chorus.My nerves felt as if it was on rapid fire, hearing their taunts."That's enough," Max snapped sharply, standing up in one fluid motion and pulling me up with him.He turned to the girl who'd spoken first. "Macy."The way she looked at him... familiar, intimate, teasing... told me everything I needed to know. They knew each other. Well. Maybe more than well. Of course, Max had a history. That shou
Veronica's POV:Trigger Warning: This chapter discusses past childhood trauma, family conflict, and loss. Please read with care."Until I was five years old, I was the apple of my father's eye.""He used to lift me onto his shoulders, carry me through the world like I was something precious. I remember how he would smile at me—like I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Like I hung the moon and stars. I was his world, his princess, and his everything.""And then my baby brother was born. At first, I was excited. Thrilled, even. I thought I was getting a friend, a companion, someone to protect and love and teach all the things I knew. But slowly, things began to change. The shift with my father was so gradual that I didn't notice it at first—a glance that lasted a second less, a hug that ended a moment too soon.""It was like I became invisible to my father! I tried harder to get noticed. I talked more. I helped more. I behaved better. But nothing worked.""That absence ca
Veronica's POV:"Veronica... Veronica... look at me."Max's voice revived me from the trance I was in. I blinked, feeling disoriented, the sound of waves suddenly louder, and closer.Cold water lapped against my neck.My breath hitched as I realized where I was. I was standing in the ocean, the water rising up to my throat, the shore far behind me. Too far from where I was. The sand beneath my feet felt unstable, shifting with each wave. My heart started pounding violently, reality crashing back into my consciousness like ice water.How did I come this far? When did I walk into the water?Before panic could fully take hold, strong arms wrapped around me from behind. In one swift motion, Max lifted me up. I barely had the time to gasp before he was carrying me back toward the shore.I dropped forward onto all fours, coughing violently, salt water spilling from my lungs... water I hadn't even realized I'd swallowed. My chest burned as I struggled to breathe, each inhale feeling like san







