Morally Ambiguous Veronica Lancet Novels & Stories

It was a good ten minutes after she had heard the noise of his Land Rover engine die away before Veronica felt able to continue with her work. Her intelligence told her that their antagonism was coming between her and the normally wisely efficient way in which she dealt with even the most awkward of the Trust’s clients, but her emotions refused to allow her to back down, to climb down. If she was wary of him, suspicious of him, then she had every right to be. And every right to as good as accusing him of trying to defraud the Trust… Veronica started to nibble anxiously at her bottom lip. If she was wrong about him trying to get the Trust to cover the cost of work he had done on his own home,

LUAN “Good morning Father,” she said, taking a bow before her father. "What took you so long to come?" Remington snapped, his voice as sharp as a knife. Veronica flinched a little, her head still bowed. Anger surged through me as I thought. Does her father abuse her too? I clenched my jaws and replied, “I’m the reason she delayed. Last night was … eventful.” Remington's eyes met mine. “What do you mean?" He asked.

She did a mock imitation of my crying face before smiling. “How could I what? Why don’t you like accepting reality. He was mine all along, I am his, not some trash like you. Have it in mind you ain’t getting nobody” she said and my heart shattered. “Yes” Trent agreed. He folded his arms and gave me the most hateful stare that I have ever gotten in y life. “I no longer want you in my life Veronica. You’re……..what should I call it……..” “Her services are no longer needed” Candice interrupted, purring. Trent grinned at her before turning to me.

The thought of that little bastard I adopted bargaining with her father’s life makes me want to lose my mind. She looks up at me suddenly, eyes glassy. “Do you think I’m worthy of being loved?” I set my glass down, move closer, and cup her face gently with both hands. “Cariño,” I say, voice low, “you are worth far more than that boy ever deserves. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly how much.” She hesitates, then nods. “My name’s Veronica…” she starts, then laughs under her breath, a little breathy sound. “Veronica Harper. I’m—uh—23. Medical student at Horizon.”

How could she be so casual about ending an innocent life growing inside her? "Are you out of your mind?" Veronica asked in a displeased tone, staring intensely. It was as if she wanted to dissect Deasy, who was sitting in front of her. "You're already committing a big sin just by conceiving. Now that it's happened, you want to throw it away like that? Do you have a brain? It's your own flesh and blood, Deasy Winterborne!" Veronica's voice filled with anger and frustration. She openly vented her emotions and irritation. "Out there, many people struggle to have children, but they're still not blessed. And you? You can have a child easily, and yet you want to get rid of it just like that."

"I have gathered everyone, and the trial will start again soon." As he abruptly departed, leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions, I turned my attention to Veronica. Her tear-stained face mirrored the anguish in my own heart. I rushed to her side, desperate to offer comfort and reassurance. "People will believe lies because they want them to be true or because they believe they are true," Veronica said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Get it done." Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to comprehend her words. Did she really mean what I thought she meant? Was she urging me to go through with the trial and humiliate her further?

"The point is that Ambelyn is being vindictive. She's trying to erase any connection between me and that boy out of spite." "Is she? Or is she just protecting her son?" Veronica's tone was mild, but there was an edge to it. "You did give his heart transplant to Lucas, after all. I can see why she might not want you involved in his life anymore." I glared at her. "Lucas is my biological son. He takes priority. That's how family works." "Lucas wasn't dying," Veronica said quietly. "He had a congenital condition that could have been managed with medication for years. Iniko needed that heart immediately."

Lucas asked, and she soon snapped out of the thoughts she had gotten herself lost in. “What? No, I…” “Your food. Everyone else is already halfway done with theirs, including the kids, and you haven’t touched yours at all. What are you thinking about?” “Oh, it’s nothing! I just haven’t really had an appetite, that’s all.” Lucas raised his brow before turning to face me. Ever since I presented the recording of our conversation, which revealed Veronica’s intentions towards me to Lucas and Simon, it had started sowing a seed of doubt in their minds about her, which pleased me. After all, for someone to actually go ahead with a plan as vile as giving me some strange substance to defame me under t

“Say, which side of you should I believe?” Veronica was very angry. “We should conduct ourselves with conscience, Young Master Matthew. Your grandma’s the one who drugged you, and you forced yourself on me. I’m the victim here, so why should I bear the consequences?” Matthew found his interest aroused by Veronica’s kaleidoscopic change of emotions. She acted all pitiful just a moment ago; now, kneeling on the ground, she looked extremely furious. “Because I’m rich and thus can defy the law, that’s why,” he replied, using her words against her.

A sedative tremor sat in his limbs, the body’s last protest before it surrendered to whatever Lucian had put in him. People watched. People saw. And people said nothing. That was what Veronica liked best about places like this. When fear and self-preservation hung in the air, truth could scream and still go unheard. She slid into the chair opposite Lucian, folding her hands lightly as if she’d come for a casual drink. “You’re making friends,” she said, eyes flicking to the hunter on the floor. Lucian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “He fainted.” Veronica gave him a look that suggested she wasn’t an idiot, then leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “If he ‘fainted’ any harder, he’ll wake