Veronica Court Novels & Stories

She enters the room and is met with 3 men tied up in chairs with mouth gags in. “Okay I am going to speak and you are all going to listen.” Veronica demands. They all nod. “I am giving you an opportunity to live, if you so choose to take it. You have to provide info. Are you willing to provide the info?” They all look at each other and shake their heads. Veronica laughs and says “Good. I’m really glad because I’ve been really bored.” She nods to Hector who pulls out a filet knife. She slit the throats of Johnny and Alexander. Then she cuts the gag off of Nicolas.

This somehow hurts me, as she could not stand me around her. “Just listen to me. I would rather not create a scene here.” I say as I hold her from leaving. “What I am to say to you is far more important than your ego.” I add. “What do you want to say.” She says as she stops. “Its Veronica. She is dying and she is asking for you. She wants to talk to you about something. Furthermore, she only has days to live, so you must hurry before it is too late.” I say hoping to see an emotional Rebecca in front of me, but I guess I was wrong, she just looked at me so coldly.

"So,there is news going that you are Mrs.Anna Thompson wife of Mr.Xavier Thompson and not Ms.Jasine Warner is it true and if it is not then how can you explain??",stella asked her which brought my interest to her questions, wow remind me to talk and reward the show director because they are definitely good with the questions I need the answers,Although I was very angry regarding the accusations brought on her as she is wrong and not Warner heir but I hated to say it is totally my fault unknowingly, as the reporters are frighten because of me, if they write wrong about me they clearly know the consequences so which made them write that she is wrong.

The boy who had eventually chosen someone else entirely. She hadn’t thought of Daniel in months. Today, the memory felt like a bruise she kept pressing. “Ms. Hale?” Veronica stood quickly. The woman who approached was young—maybe twenty-eight—with a bright smile and a tablet clutched to her chest. “I’m Claire Carter. It’s so good to see you again! Come with me. Mrs. Lawson is ready.” Veronica followed, pulse loud in her ears. They passed glass-walled offices, racks of sample garments, mood boards covered in fabric swatches and Polaroids. The energy was electric, purposeful. Veronica felt every year she’d spent in limbo like a weight on her shoulders.

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.

Forced smiles and polite conversations masked the underlying tension that lingered like an unspoken truth. Veronica's disdain for their presence intensified with each passing day, a silent protest against the shackles of propriety. The mansion, once a canvas for shared moments, now bore witness to a silent rebellion. In the grandeur of the De Calibo residence, Veronica sought refuge in the solitude of her thoughts, a sanctuary away from the performances that unfolded in the presence of her stepfather and birth mother.

Dad spoke with people from the Port Authority, Mom quietly arranged tomorrow’s luncheon like she was planning both a charity appearance and a social ambush, and Cassandra stayed in the study with Alexander for nearly an hour, reviewing names from Thomas Winston’s old letters. I did not interrupt them. Some conversations belonged to old grief before they belonged to me. Instead, I went to the back garden with a cup of tea I barely drank and found Veronica standing near the low stone fountain, looking uncomfortable in daylight. She had come to turn over more documents from the Alcantara foundation, but she looked like she was waiting for permission to exist inside the Bailey property. “You loo

Chapter 47 The Judgment pt3. As Veronica stepped into the infamous judgment room, her heart skipped a beat. This was the room where the fates of many had been sealed. A place notorious for deciding who would leave unscathed and who would be buried six feet under. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she, Veronica, would one day find herself standing here, under the scrutiny of the entire Blackwood Dynasty. "This b***h has got me into this mess. Damn her," Veronica muttered under her breath, careful to keep her voice low enough that Dominique wouldn’t hear.

Vincenzo Castellano walks out of the office and sees Veronica and stops in his tracks completely shocked. He looks around and sees that she is alone and he said. "I don't want you!" "I don't want you either," said Veronica, looking at him with contempt. And hearing her, Castellano understands what is happening and said: “I alpha, Vincenzo Castellano reject you ..” and looks at her waiting for her name: "Veronica Jackson" she whispers. "... as my mate!" and he looks at her waiting for her to accept. And as soon as she did it, she looks at him and asks:

Veronica strode in angrily, dragging her cumbersome dress. “Amelia! You bitch!” “You’ve been cursing for over three years. Is your vocabulary really that limited?” Kira sneered, not angry at all. “It must be you! You’re the one who put the necklace Thiago gave me up for auction! How could you be so despicable and so low?” Veronica took another step forward but stepped on her dress and almost fell, the strength of her revenge halved, her face as red as a ripe apple. “I just honestly donated something. I didn’t use any tactics. Ms. Veronica, you can’t just slander people.”