Book Verity Novels & Stories

Wisdom’s POV Verity’s eyes indeed radiate kindness. There were only five women in this room including me, along with Verity Giordano, Denver’s mother. The other three are all Verity’s closest friends that could give me great advice and tips on being a married woman.

Of course I can’t just tell him that I was up till one last night because I was so worried about coming with him today, can I? “Well, on the contrary, I didn’t have a bad night. The book I was reading was worth it. I was too obsessed with it, I couldn’t help myself.” I hope that one works. “What were you reading?” “Uh,” I bit my tongue so it could say something. “I found this book in your library and I borrowed it. I hope you didn’t mind. It’s Colleen Hoover’s Verity.” “Verity? Are you sure?” he sounded doubtful, and I knew I had to be confident so he would believe me.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"He hurt me badly, in ways I won't pretend otherwise. But I've also watched him grow from it, these past weeks, more than I expected him capable of." "That's not quite an answer," Verity said, something shrewd in her tone that I hadn't expected from a woman I'd assumed, unfairly perhaps, spent most of her days quietly embroidering in a solar no one visited. "No," I agreed. "It isn't. Because the honest answer is complicated, and I don't think it's my place to decide for you whether that complication matters." Verity set down her embroidery hoop entirely now, studying me with new interest. "What would you do," she asked, "if you were in my position?"

Another pause, longer this time. “Milan was everything I thought I wanted,” Verity went on, her voice growing steadier but no less emotional. “The fashion houses, the glamour, the excitement of living in such a beautiful city. And for a while, I told myself I’d made the right choice. I dated other men, had other relationships, threw myself into my work at the design house. But nothing ever felt right. Nothing ever felt like what we had.” Lavinia found herself gripping her pen so tightly her knuckles had gone white. She tried to focus on the documents in front of her, tried to give them the privacy they deserved, but Verity’s words seemed to fill the entire office with their intensity.

MAX POV The idea that Verity was shunned in favour of a younger sister she hadn’t known of until she was ten was quite ridiculous, I was certain of it, but Verity’s eyes weren’t lying. Her outburst was raw and real, and full of bitterness. Whatever the real situation was, this was how she’d seen it. How she still saw it. “Now she’s better than me at the office, and Dad will love her even more!” I shook my head. “No. He won’t. He loves both of you.”

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.

Despite wearing a coat, and a jacket beneath it, Yuri was still feeling the bitter cold. Yuri paused in her step as she passed by a bookstore in the streets of Shibuya, and she turned to look at the shop window of the bookstore. There were several books and novels on display in the shop window, but none of that caught her eye. The book that had actually caught her eye was one that had a photo of the pediment structure of the Old Supreme Court Building of Singapore as the front cover. Yuri stared at the front cover of the book without moving for several moments.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

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.