Veronica And Vanessa Merrell Novels & Stories

Another hour goes by and I've moved on to getting my hair done by the most sculpted men, besides unnamed, I've ever seen in my entire life. They are the muses of Michelangelo as every crevice of their body is noticeable through the clothes that cling to their skin. I have to stop myself now and then from zoning out due to their mere perfection. I also learn that Lucien and Francis work alongside Camila as well and shoot a curious look to Nancy when I can as a way of asking, where the hell did you find these people? Enhanced tastefully, I finally am faced

Why the hell was she even thinking about him when she was supposed to be focused on the conference meeting going on? Focus, Kim! "Kimberly Owens " she suddenly heard Vanessa's voice snapping her attention back. Kimberly turned to face Vanessa with an embarrassed smile. It seemed Vanessa caught her, judging from the way she looked at her, then to the glass door. "You'll be modeling in the Versette perfume concept shoot. They need fresh faces, and I want to see what you can do. Try not to disappoint." Kimberly nodded, pulse picking up as she internally smiled hard, trying to control her excitement.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

His dark amber eyes were red rimmed, bloodshot, and filled with an agonizing, chaotic storm of pain, confusion, and something that looked terrifyingly like regret. "The accounts" Banjo whispered, his grip on my hands tightening until it almost hurt. "The Swiss board just confirmed it. The freeze on Vance Enterprises wasn't a corporate attack from an enemy." He leaned closer, his rugged jaw shadowed by dark stubble, his warm breath fanning across my pale skin as he stared into my eyes with sheer, unadulterated shock. "The signature that authorized the freeze. It was your family's master seal. Who are you, Merinda? What have you been hiding from me for three years?”

“That’s it. I’ve had it with you. You’re under arrest for orchestrating the destruction of Scepter property and the murder of three operatives. If you have anything to say in your defense, now is your chance.” For a long moment, silence stretched between them when, suddenly, Veronica laughed. It sounded soft at first, then it turned hysterical, and for a moment, Rashel thought she had lost her mind. “You’d be foolish to think you can put me away. I have help! Merikh and Viola are coming after you once they hear the news that I’ve been taken.” Rashel narrowed her eyes, observing Veronica and waiting to hear more. “It wasn’t my idea,” Veronica whispered, leaning forward as if confiding a secre

he asked. "Vanessa Ivanov. I don’t want to take my bastard father’s surname. Ivanov was my mother’s last name," Veronica muttered, and Tony's eyes widened as he absorbed her words. Ivanov owned the biggest assassin organization. He wanted to be wrong about her. She said she killed a lot of people. Was it really true? "Vanessa or Veronica, nothing will change. Do you know that Ivanov owns a big assassin organization?" Tony asked. Veronica looked up at him. "If you are Calvin Ivanov's granddaughter, then—you are the heiress."

Vance’s POV I spun lazily in my chair, my eyes tracing the sleek lines of the office, the hum of my phone call blending into the background. Veronica was in full-on teenage-mode, as usual—ripping into me about my life choices, my wardrobe, my lack of a personal life. “Vance, you seriously need to get off your high horse and date someone who doesn’t look like she stepped out of a magazine," Veronica mocked, her voice dripping with her usual blend of exasperation and affection.

“I am here to discuss a rather delicate business arrangement.” Vanessa leaned forward, her interest piqued by the prospect of intrigue. “Go on, we’re listening.” “I require your assistance to dismantle Sophia,” Veronica declared, her eyes shimmering with a malevolent fire. “She is the architect of my current predicament, and I refuse to allow her to emerge victorious.” “What’s the plan?” Julian inquired, his curiosity igniting as the prospect of rebellion flickered to life. “I need you to sow discord in her life,” Veronica continued, her tone shifting to one steeped in conspiracy. “I want her to experience the profound weight of threat and isolation. She must come to understand that I will n

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

Sammy said and Me and Veronica started looking again until Mel's eyes landed on a matching piece that Veronica held. It was the same one that Kaden got her a few days ago. It was a beautiful baby blue underwear with matching bra. "I think this will do, it looks pretty and classy," Veronica said lifting it up and stretching it a little, " Hey not in front of my mother in-law I've worn that before," "Eww," Veronica quickly dropped it and Mel just picked it up with a scoff "Don't act like you are disgusted when all you've done the passed few minutes is touch it all."