All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Veronica's POV:I used to think that I was so lucky to have my entire life sorted out at just twenty-five.While my peers were struggling, I was lucky enough to be the fiancée of Chase Pemberton, one of the most prominent business figures in New York City.Chase Pemberton isn't just my fiancé; he's my best friend who understands me very well.I didn't know my entire life would turn upside down as I stood outside Chase's office door at Pemberton Industries.I clutch the surprise lunch I'd prepared for him, his favorite turkey club with extra bacon, just the way he likes it.Modern women would judge me for playing the traditional housewife role; however, I see no shame in it. It's Chase, and for him, I was ready to play any role he wished. Anything!The mahogany door is slightly ajar, and I'm about to knock when I hear his voice, low and calculating."Make sure you get a good angle of her face and body when she comes in tonight. Penny's always been photogenic, hasn't she?"My blood runs

Veronica's POV:I look down at my glass as the two attractive men approach us.The tattooed dark-haired man slides onto the barstool directly to my right with fluid ease, while the blonde-haired one takes the seat next to Penny. The scent of expensive cologne wafts all over us, which is something dark and intoxicating.I grip my whiskey glass tighter, my knuckles white against the crystal.Entitled bastards. Attractive as they may be, they think they can just walk over here and..."Excuse me," I say abruptly, standing so quickly that my barstool scrapes against the polished floor. The alcohol makes me sway slightly, but I steady myself with one hand on the bar. "Penny, come on. Let's take another seat.""But we're here to talk to you, sweetie," the rebellious dark-haired man purrs, and his fingers wrap around my wrist before I can react.The contact sends an unwelcome jolt through me, and I jerk back instinctively. "Don't touch me!" The words come out sharper than I intended, my voic

Veronica's POV:The rooftop of my penthouse has always been my sanctuary.Twenty-five floors above the chaos of Manhattan, it's where I used to come to think, to breathe, to escape from whatever was troubling me. Tonight, it feels like the only place left in the world where I can exist without pretending to be okay.I'm sitting on the ledge, my legs dangling over the side, a half-empty bottle of expensive whiskey clutched in my hand. The amber liquid burns as it slides down my throat, but it's a welcome pain... something real and immediate that cuts through the numbness threatening to consume me entirely.From this height, the people walking along the sidewalks appear as tiny and distant as ants from this vantage point, and the streets below resemble intricate patterns of light. Cars move like glowing beetles, their headlights emitting streams of red and white that travel through the city's arteries like blood through veins.Just as my life feels small and irrelevant, the city that o