Veronica Gonzales Novels & Stories

23 ANNALISE The tremor in Caleb’s voice echoed in my mind long after he finished. Spencer? My Spencer? Working with the very officials who were trying to silence Adrian? It felt like the world had been spun on a potter’s wheel, leaving me disoriented and off-center. The man who held my hand at moonlight picnics, who swore his undying love under a sky dusted with stars – a collaborator with corrupt officials? The cognitive dissonance made my head spin.

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."

For instance from the little conversation we had, I found out that Veronica was into ladies which actually explained a lot like why she didn't think Carlos was hot or any guy for that matter. She lived alone in Santa Monica after her mother died two years ago from leukemia. Aside from that she had worked for Carlos an year and a half and she had a lot to say about him like how Carlos was grumpy yet kind, cold yet gentle, and a man of few words. "I don't think he's my type",Henley said shyly. "Because your type is Carlos right?" I asked humorously. "God is it that obvious?" She buried her face in her hands shyly.

He knew exactly what the next step was. **************** Later that night, Veronica was sitting on the couch, devouring an entire bag of Doritos while watching Jeopardy. She felt she could officially say she had the strangest life in the world. One minute she was living with her parents in a shitty apartment working overtime, the next she was under ball and chain of a mob boss. One second she's in Bali, the next she's cleaning brains out of her hair. And now she was in her pajamas watching a game show.

“And I’m not alone. I have you, the children. And these people? They underestimate us. Just like they always have.” Before he could reply, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his expression shifting from concern to shock. He handed it to Belle without a word. It was a news alert, with a photo that turned her blood cold...Veronica, elegant, poised, outside a luxury hotel, smiling for cameras. The headline read: Veronica Hale Returns to the City: Business Maven Claims Ties to Blackwood Empire, Ready for New Ventures.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

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

“Didn’t they announce their engagement publicly? Even though Mr. Thiago hasn’t officially confirmed it, who in Hemsworth doesn’t know that Ms. Veronica is his fiancee? This lady’s words make Ms. Veronica sound like a third wheel.” “Yeah, and look at her elegance, she’s definitely from a noble family. What’s her background?” “She’s even more beautiful than Ms. Veronica. She and Mr. Thiago look like a match made in heaven!” Veronica's face fell. Was Amelia trying to ruin her chances with Thiago?! Wasn’t she just broadcasting to everyone that Amelia and Thiago were tight, and they had some serious ties with Mr. James? Then what the heck did her being the fiancee of the Anderson Group’s CEO even

“uhm… she is the hostess of that popular ghost show on discover network, Silent Voices.” “Veronica Sondes?” mika asked. “yes! That’s her.” “What is her address?” Xoliswa wrote down Veronica’s home address as well as her contact details. Which was slightly challenging as her agent was unwilling to help me, until I threatened him. Mika sent me the address as soon right at that time. “Lets go.” I said.