All Chapters of Desired by the Billionaire Brothers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Veronica's POV:"Wait," Theo said, his hand hovering over the keyboard. "This isn't a good idea. Stealing hotel security footage... encrypted footage that I accessed through questionable means... while the police are actively investigating? That's not just legally questionable, Max. That's potential criminal charges."He turned to look at his brother, his expression serious. "Are you ready to play thief in front of the cops? Because that's what we'd be doing. And when they find out... and they will find out... it won't just undermine our case. It could land us in jail.""The cops are already searching through the footage," Max argued. "They'll find the same feed eventually. We're just... expediting the process.""That's not how it works, and you know it," Theo shot back. "There's a reason evidence has to be obtained legally. If we steal this footage and post it, Laura's lawyers will have it thrown out. They'll paint us as criminals, manipulating evidence, fabricating context.""So wha

Veronica's POV:The article read, "Is the Age-Old Ashford-Whitmore Feud the Reason for the Whitmore Heiress Sabotaging the Engagement?"I scrolled down with numb fingers, reading the article that had clearly been written by someone with inside information.It was just too much inside information. I wasn't even able to read it anymore. "What does it say?" I asked Theo blankly. "Can you just say it out loud?"Theo hesitated, his eyes scanning the screen again as if he was hoping the words would change the second time.“They’re saying…” he started slowly, “that my mother and your father… they dated in college.”I felt my breath hitch, but I didn’t interrupt him.He swallowed and continued, quieter now. “It turns out my mother was actually in love with your father back then.""What?"“But…” Theo exhaled. “Her family didn’t approve. The Ashfords were already more powerful, more established… and your father, at that time, wasn’t where he is now.”I clenched my fingers tightly, my nails digg

Laura's POV:"You can't just make me sit here," I yelled at the cop who walked past me for the fourth time, and this time too he ignored me. " I'm wearing a fifty-thousand-dollar silk gown, this will get ruined if I sit out here for a long time. "I groaned, wondering what time it was. I knew that by now my perfect makeup must have been smudged beyond recognition.Everything had fallen apart. How could this turn this way? The police had me on kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, coercion, and about a dozen other charges.My lawyers were saying I could face actual prison time if the Ashford family testifies against me.One silver lining was that the recordings Veronica had made were already circulating online. I heard that most of them were trolling Veronica more than supporting her. Atleast that bitch got what she deserved. After all, she was the reason for my unhappiness.When the guard finally came to tell me someone had posted bail, I felt a surge of relief. My family. They'd come th

Veronica's POV:I had forgotten that it was possible to feel like this light, and unburdened by life's struggles.The laughter bubbling out of me felt so unfamiliar, almost foreign, as if it belonged to a younger version of myself I had lost somewhere along the way.For a brief moment… I was twelve again. Max did fulfill his promise by making me feel this way.The merry-go-round slowed to a stop, and I stepped off, still smiling, my fingers brushing over the painted horse I had been riding as if I wasn’t quite ready to let go of that feeling yet.“Is that all you’ve got?” Max shouted behind me, teasing me playfully. “Seriously, Just three rounds on a merry-go-round and you’re done having fun? ”I turned to him, narrowing my eyes playfully at him, though the smile still lingered on my lips.“Excuse me, that was not just three rounds,” I said, placing a hand on my hip. “That was a very important emotional reset.”He laughed softly, shaking his head.“Right. Very intense therapy session

Veronica's POV:I stared at the message from my stalker, my blood boiling with a mixture of fear and anger.This was insane. I wasn't going to play along with some anonymous blackmailer who thought they could manipulate me with vague threats and promises of "truth."I typed furiously: I'm calling the police. This is harassment and blackmail. Stop contacting me.The response came immediately:Unknown Number: Go ahead. Call them. But you'll never know the vital information I have about Chase Pemberton. My fingers froze over the screen.Chase. This person had information about Chase.Me: What kind of information?Unknown Number: The kind that explains why he's so obsessed with you. The kind that might change everything you think you know about your family. About his family. A horrible thought occurred to me.What if the stalker was Chase himself? What if this was some twisted game he was playing, trying to manipulate me further, to get me alone somewhere?The thought made my skin crawl