Book Verity Novels & Stories

Harriet asked with a smile. She pressed play. A crystal-clear recording echoed through the courtroom speakers. It was the entire conversation Sandra and Eric had in the hospital room, the one I had secretly recorded using a micro recorder hidden inside a button on my hospital gown. "Your biggest mistake was trusting cold architectural theory instead of understanding people…" "Didn't see this coming, did you? Look at you now. Locked up like a dog…" "Your sister died for nothing. You destroyed yourself for nothing. The two of you were nothing more than stepping stones on my path…"

Clenching my fists, I fired back, "What evidence do you have to say that it's my mother who's trying to file a fraudulent claim?" Snorting, Gigi replied, "So what if we don't have any evidence of that? We're not here to prove your mother's guilt today." Frowning, the judge warned us to maintain order in court. When it was time to read the verdict, I felt as though my heart was being squeezed. Alas, Gigi was declared innocent due to insufficient evidence.

I took the risk by pulling the door open, walking quietly into the kitchen I check through the fridge for anything I could put together easily before deciding on bread and jam. I was expecting to find Damien and Louis but it seems they left already. Spreading the jam all over the bread I welcomed the heavenly taste into my taste buds resisting the urge to moan. It seems to be pregnant comes with enhanced taste buds making your savor the flavor of every dish. You might be thinking it's just bread and jam no big deal but food means life and I don't play with life as I don't joke with my food. My phone flash brings me from my thought, checking the phone to see an incoming call making me grimace

"I have something to say." She reached into her coat and pulled out two marriage certificates, holding them up for everyone to see. "I'm the woman in that video. Rowan and I are legally married, so he didn't commit a crime. "And I would also like to accuse my ex-boyfriend, Kieran and his superior, lawyer Aurora Sterling, of maintaining an improper relationship for a long time. During the year when I was in a vegetative state, they repeatedly had sex in my home right in front of me.

The sound of breaking glass filled the room. At that moment, Alpha Kelly walked in. He froze in the doorway. His eyes widened at the mess. “What is going on here?” he demanded. His voice was harsh and cold. I froze too. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at Celia. She immediately put on her pitiful act. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at Kelly with trembling lips. “I just wanted to help Valera,” she said. Her voice shook with fake emotion. “You know she’s carrying your child, so I tried to be kind. I wanted us to have a nice dinner. But she didn’t appreciate it.”

A massive wave of victims was flooding the comment sections demanding justice. Workplace abuse, consumer fraud, and the production of counterfeit and substandard goods were being claimed. The trending hashtags had shifted from Cameron's affair to a full-scale public attack on the Finch family business. A brief look of realization crossed my gaze. No wonder Cameron was in such a panic. His company was going up in flames. I turned off my screen before looking up at him, calmly saying, "Sorry, but I can't help you. What happens to your family's company isn't up to me. That's your family's problem."

I knew the path we were treading was treacherous, but the pull of desire was overpowering. Without giving myself time to fully comprehend the consequences, I nodded hesitantly. "Alright, just this once." Veronica’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty as she disappeared into the fitting room. My mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what we were about to do. Doubts gnawed at me, reminding me of the commitment I had made to Emily. But the undeniable chemistry between Veronica and me had reached its boiling point, threatening to consume us both.

She had gone through the memories of the book enough to understand the desperation, the stupid plan, the sister who should have been in that room instead of her, and the trap that had turned into something much bigger than anyone expected. The original Vera had been scared, cornered, jealous, hungry for a way out, and stupid enough to believe one dangerous plan could give her a future. Vera understood desperation. She had lived beside it long enough to know how easily it could make a person reach for the wrong door. But understanding did not mean she planned to confess anything.

At least she was grateful to him for that. “Well, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” She flipped to the first page of the book. ‘Verity.’ What sort of name was that? Olivera wondered, placing her palm entirely on the first page of the notebook. ‘You don’t like my name?’ Verity questioned, the undertone of anger resonating in her words. Olivera laughed. How had she, a timid personality, become saddled with a hot headed wolf? Or had the subduing of the wolf brought about her timidity? Or had it stemmed from her upbringing?

Alaric's POV I’ve faced a lot in my life. Life in prison, betrayal, losing people I considered family. Even surviving the criminal underworld that nearly swallowed me whole. I’ve been on the brink of destruction, standing between life and death more times than I can count. But none of that could have prepared me for what I just heard. “Congratulations, Mr. Verity. Your partner is pregnant. She’s about eight weeks along.” I froze in place like an idiot.