Veronica Case Novels & Stories

"Whether she's innocent or not will be decided in court." Zach walked over with a frown. "Paloma, this has blown up too big. I think you should recuse yourself and let me take over." I looked at him. "Why should I recuse myself?" "The defendant's family believes you accepted bribes. Doesn't that warrant recusal?" I turned toward him, my eyes cold. "This is a court of law. Accusations require evidence. Without evidence, it's slander."

But if the defense has a problem, they can take the case to the court of appeals. "Miss Morgan," a reporter called out, "they say you took this case to court because things went rough between you and Greg Sterling. Is that true?" Veronica recognized the reporter speaking. She was one of the lackeys Greg's family paid to speak in their favor during times like this. Alternatively, her job was smudging dirt on the opposing camp. It wasn't hard figuring out the trap that she set with her deceptive question. Smooth laughter rolled off Veronica's tongue at how shallow her game plan was.

Finally, she said, “Add a zero to the fifty, and I’ll do it.” Veronica’s smirk widened. Without a word, she opened her designer handbag and handed the girl a small vial. “No room for mistakes,” she warned, her voice icy. “Emma Martinez is the target.” --- A few minutes later, the waitress returned to Veronica with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s done,” she said simply, as if she were reporting on a completed homework assignment. Veronica’s face lit up with satisfaction. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote down the amount the waitress had asked for, adding an extra twenty dollars in cash for transportation. She handed it over with a smug grin, as if she were rewarding someone for

I just felt an incredibly cold focus running through my veins. She swallowed hard, tapped the screen, and placed the phone on the small marble table next to the empty crystal vase. It rang three times before a man answered with a sharp, busy tone. "This is Federal Prosecutor Vance." Veronica looked up at me, her eyes pleading, begging for some kind of loophole, but I just stared back at her and nodded toward the phone. "Hi, Prosecutor Vance," Veronica said, her voice cracking completely as she forced the words out. "It's, um... it's Veronica Hayes. I'm calling about the emergency affidavit I submitted this morning regarding my husband, Richard."

Anger simmered beneath the surface as he realized the extent to which Veronica had invaded his family's privacy. "You have clearly hacked my entire house. I am going to sue you for this, Veronica," he growled, his voice laced with fury. Veronica met his gaze with a steely resolve, her annoyance palpable. "First for hacking my family’s privacy and then... changing your identity to enter a Royal’s palace to get out more secrets." The accusation hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the lengths to which Veronica had gone in her pursuit of truth. Yet, she remained undeterred, her conviction unwavering.

She snarled, “And I’ll tear your throat out.” Jethro didn’t stop her. Veronica’s eyes went wide, but her smile returned, brittle and poisonous. “Listen, I didn’t do anything,” she hissed. “Do you have any evidence to prove I did anything?” Rashel’s breath came hard and fast, but she forced herself to let Veronica go. Jethro stepped in. “You’re finished here,” he told Veronica coldly. “You will leave my territory quietly, or I will personally drag you through the streets after I find the evidence against you.”

Not only were Veronica's parents facing potential lawsuits, the company itself could suffer massive losses or even breach liabilities. At a time like this, the family could barely protect itself. For Veronica to cause such a scene now—it could destroy them completely. "Winnie, stop pretending to be innocent…" Veronica gritted her teeth, suddenly lunging forward and spitting at her. Winnie dodged and frowned. "What happened that night?" "There were five of them… Those filthy men… they kept coming at me again and again!" As if recalling something unbearable, Veronica's emotions suddenly spiraled out of control. She screamed hysterically. Her breakdown turned feral—more terrifying than madness

"Let me answer your question, Veronica. Since you're so eager to know." I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on my father. "Veronica's been stealing from the company, Father. She's been siphoning funds for her own gain. All those people who were sacked and suspected were innocent. The company was on the brink of bankruptcy because of her." The hall erupted into murmurs and gasps. Veronica's face turned red with rage, her eyes blazing with fury. "That's not true!" she spat. "These papers prove nothing!" I smiled, anticipating her denial. "You thought you'd covered your tracks, didn't you? You thought you'd tampered with the cameras and hidden your tracks. But I got to the bank. I traced the m

Adam stepped in urgently, catching Veronica’s wrist before she could hit me. “Miss Mia, should I break her wrist?” he asked coldly. I sighed, “No…She’s still a Luna candidate.” Veronica yanked her hand away from Adam, glaring at me. “So you DO know, you slut! If it weren’t for you, we would’ve slept together last night, and he’d love me by now. It’s all your fault!” I frowned, whispering, “I didn’t mean to take your chance, but you heard him last night. He told you to leave himself.”

The last was the audio of Veronica admitting to hiring the thug who then attacked Nicole three years ago and caused her miscarriage. The courtroom fell dead silent as the audio played, Veronica's voice cold and unremorseful. "You deserved it," Veronica's voice said. "You thought you could waltz into my family and take everything. I had to teach you a lesson." Nicole's attorney stopped the playback. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is what Mrs. Fury is really like. A woman who will stop at nothing to ruin anyone she thinks threatens her existence." Veronica's lawyer stood, his voice cutting. "Your Honor, my client's words were said in anger and frustration. They do not constitute an ad