Romans & histoires Vera Foxx

Just a minute to remember who she was doing this for. And when she was done, she’d wipe away the last tear, retouch her lipstick, and step back into the room. Because her daughter believed in her. And Vera Sterling would never let her down. Vera had just finished dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue, the remnants of frosting still sweet on her lips, when her phone buzzed sharply on her desk. She glanced down at the screen. Dorian Fontaine. Her jaw tensed. Of course he’d call now, just when the headlines were spreading like wildfire and the world was finally acknowledging that she, Vera Sterling, was officially the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the country.

“Better hair? Wasn’t he balding?” “Exactly! That’s why I couldn’t take him seriously!” Veronica exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “But the worst part? He actually managed to convince the director to rewrite half of the script just to give him more scenes. Ugh, men!” Daisy couldn’t help but smile at Veronica’s animated storytelling. Veronica Lynn was nothing short of a force of nature—outspoken, dramatic, and unafraid to voice her opinions. Clara, on the other hand, was the perfect counterbalance—soft-spoken, sweet, and eager to please.

Vera got up. Tbc…

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

“How do you intend to show that poetry doesn’t win wars? Do you have a challenge in mind for that, Alpha Miles?” A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he gestured lazily to his side. “Vera,” he called, and a woman stepped forward from among his warriors. Vera was tall, easily six-foot figure with shoulders broad enough to carry two babies comfortably on a side. Her face was a map of scars, and the spark in her eyes was anything but soft. She was like a weapon built to hone violence. “My Beta, Vera,” Miles continued smoothly. “She has some questions about your pack’s defensive capabilities. Perhaps you’d be willing to demonstrate?”

Vera spoke in a low tone to someone over the phone. “Don’t kill her, but just leave her to bleed.” Vera smirked. “Wouldn’t she suffer and die eventually?” The person asked. “That’s exactly what I want, for her to suffer and die, she stole my position at the office, there was no assistant chief cobbler, until she came and made me one, I have never been ridiculed like that in my life and now she’s about to cost me my job, I won’t let her succeed and also send me the location, I will be there right away.” Vera said in a maddened voice, she looked like a mad person right now. “I’ll send you the address.” The person said and hung up.

Noah isn't only a really nice and good man, he is a dream come true. “Trouble in paradise?” Vera said when Joan walked back into the room. “No, he is cool with it.” “So you need his permission now?” She rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and eat.” Joan sat opposite her and picked a glass of water. “Sis?” Vera sipped coffee. “Yeah?” Joan looked at her over the rim of her glass. “You know how I'm a famous designer with influence?” Vera asked. “Vee, what are you up to?” Joan dropped the glass.

Vera had been playing a dangerous game for years, and it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down. But we needed more than just financial crimes. We needed something personal, something that would make her look like the monster she really was. That’s when we stumbled onto the bombshell: Vera had been involved in a hit-and-run accident years ago, and she had paid off the witnesses to keep it quiet. The victim had been a young pregnant mother, and Vera had left her to die on the side of the road.

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

However, I kept quiet and watched and eventually took a glass of water and gulped it down my throat. Annoyingly, she turned back. It was at that point that Alpha Kelly heard her footsteps and raised his head; before he could say a word, she disappeared out of sight. “W..wh..is she?” I eventually found myself asking him. “You don't have to worry about her. What is your name?” he asked, staring into my eyes. “Valera!” I responded in a low, soft voice. “Do you care for a glass of wine?” he asked to reach out to one of the big bottles of colored red water.