Veronica Carter Novels & Stories

She smiled as she handed a piece of Candy to the little girl, who joyfully hummed away, making Veronica chuckle. They were both enjoying the atmosphere when the crowd that had been gathered began chanting her name;”Veronica Smith! Veronica Smith! Veronica Smith!” they chanted. There was no one among the crowd who didn't know Veronica Smith, the A-star list international actress that had fans around the world, an epitome of beauty and seductiveness, had her fair share of height, boobs, and a curvaceous hips and ass. Who didn't know the only daughter of Mr. Smith of Smith's Enterprise? No one knew behind that meek facade was someone who wanted to be let out! Veronica happened to be closer to h

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

“Okay… I’ll model for you.” Henry straightened dramatically and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Cara Johnson, Henry’s girlfriend.” Sara rolled her eyes. “Okay.” “Please give her a round of applause,” he continued, clapping exaggeratedly. Taking a deep breath, Sara remembered everything Cara had once taught her and what she had just seen on YouTube . She lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and walked right there in front of him. When she finished, Henry clapped enthusiastically. “Woo! You are amazing.”

“We don’t always win.” “We win enough,” she said, and left. Enough. Not the number I liked. I stood there a beat, then went to work. ********************************** First: Veronica’s contacts. She kept two phones, like any woman with a kingdom. One for appearances. One for decisions. The one for decisions slept in a locked drawer in her office with the silver fountain pens and the list of donors who could make a judge look in the other direction on command.

“You’ve got some nerve.” “Yes.” I lifted my chin. “If I open this box,” I said, pointing at it, “you’ll leave this company, hand over half your shares to me and publicly apologize. Do you dare?” “Don’t push your luck, Catrina,” Veronica snapped. “And what if I do?” I turned to Carlos. “Do you dare take the bet?” His gaze burned into mine. “Agreed.” “Carlos…don’t!” Veronica grabbed his arm. “I’ve got this vero,” he said confidently, rubbing her palms gently for reassurance.

Her work was varied and fascinating, and barely left her with any time to draw breath, never mind for any personal relationships with members of the opposite sex, but that didn’t worry Veronica. So far, what she had learned from her experiences with men was that she was a particularly poor judge of the breed. First, there had been her revoltingly humiliating teenage crush on Sasha Neville-Talbott and his rejection of her. Then there had been the appalling danger she had put herself and her family in with her foolish involvement with Wayne.

I shook my head again. "Cain doesn't love me. He would never risk his title for me. I promise you that you're wasting your time. I am nobody to him." The admission brought tears to my eyes but I refused to let them fall. Weber sighed. "Cain is the most powerful man in the world," he said. "But he's not the most powerful person in the world." I stared at him. "You're his mate," he said. "You are the most powerful person on this planet. You could snap your fingers and all that the world can offer would be yours."

"We're both exhausted from the party and we would love to take our leave now. Goodbye, Mrs. Veronica. Or, are you still holding tightly to the 'miss' title?" Caitlyn chuckled before they turned and walked out of the hall, leaving Veronica burning in pure rage. ▪▪▪ "I wonder how she managed to dress exactly like me," Caitlyn voiced out, breaking the silence in the car. "She must have seen us earlier and quickly ordered everything you had on. She's that kind of person," Martin explained, not taking his eyes off the road. Another silence ensued. "She's one of my exes. The last woman I had a romantic relationship with," He answered the question Caitlyn was dying to ask before she could.