Veronica Gonzales Novels & Stories

He pulled out his phone, calling someone, and then pointed at the TV. My eyes grew wider when I saw that rat-faced bastard pointing a gun between Elma’s eyes. “Alessia! Alessia Berlusconi! Now let her go, you fuckhead!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Now, that wasn’t so hard. And the other question?” I took a deep breath before saying, “I’m not a family member of the Russian Mafia. I’m engaged to Sergei Mikhas.” Finally, I revealed the truth. “Will you please let her go now?” I begged as tears rolled down my cheeks.

So she remained silent and waited for what she had to say. “Your parents—Hazel and Jonathan—were just newly weds then. Easy and slow, they regularly stroll the outskirts of Dela Paz. To the grass plains and the river, to the bridge that marks the borderline of Dela Paz and Malaban, they would always go there and hang around. One day, from their usual walk, they brought home an infant. It was one of the rare instances that Hazel was extremely happy. She went to me and said she would be the mom of the child.

The villa itself was stone, old-world, sprawling with arched windows and balconies that whispered of power earned generations ago. A servant led me to a terrace that overlooked a sparkling pool. Three men waited there. Don Matteo himself, dressed in a crisp cream suit, his silver hair slicked back. His eyes were sharp, dark, calculating—eyes of a man who could cut you with a glance. Beside him sat another council member I recognized from last night: Mr. Harlow, British, his steel-rimmed glasses flashing in the sunlight. Always so careful and so precise in his words. And the third was an unexpected woman and a council member as well. Veronica Delgado, she has a sharp cheekbones, hair pulled i

Her hands stayed by her side, clenched tightly in a fist, absolutely unable to say anything. "Hey!, don't you think that you're too lofty for a trashed up limp?!. Do you know that Jason is one of the sponsors for this movie - without his financial aid, this movie would definitely flop"- I listened to her trash talk repeatedly in her incredibly annoying high pitched voice. I had my hands over my forehead, feeling a sudden wave of headache coming on from absolutely nowhere. "You're done?." - I asked,my voice low and almost exhausted. "Are you done saying nonsense?" - she paused, her eyes staring at me widely in disbelief.

East said. Veronica smiled. "You give me a nickname now, Mr. Rivera?" Veronica asked as she grinded East "Why? You don't want me to call you Veron? Oh my god ..." East moaned. East couldn't believe how wild this woman was. "I have no problem with that. What, Mr. Rivera, is your fiance better in bed than I am?” asked Veronica as she was speeding up the grinding with East "Oh my... hell, you're gonna make me..." said East.

indicator appeared on the screen, showing that thousands of people were now watching. Veronica looked directly into the camera, and even through the exhaustion and defeat, I could see the intelligence in her eyes. The calculation. She was planning something... but what? "My name is Veronica Whitmore," she began. "And I need to confess something." "No, no, no," Theo was muttering beside me, already grabbing his jacket. "We need to stop this. Now." "I am a woman who has made terrible choices," Veronica continued, reading from the tablet. "I became involved with both of the Ashford brothers. They..."

The air around them grew thick as they exchanged words. “I’m the heiress of the Jones family and Damian Blackwood’s fiancée,” she declared with pride. Elara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what Veronica had just said. “You’re what?” She asked, surprised. “Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”

Big Boss: I want to give your father a gift. The best gift would be what's on your mind. Lily/Veronica: Best gift it is. Veronica knows the key points in her messages. It's right. Veronica is one of her aces and Catastrophe. Her aces were her best agents. Her aces was her only way—to torture her mortal enemy. And that would be Francisco, Janine and their men who torture her mother.

"Harrison called this morning. He's threatening to table a vote of no confidence if you're not back by Monday." Harrison. Of course. The one board member who had always read Veronica's competence as a personal challenge rather than an asset. "Let him table it," Veronica said. Maya looked at her. "You don't mean that." Veronica was quiet for a moment. The mist had begun to lift from the valley, the treeline sharpening in the distance. "No," she said finally. "I don't." Maya nodded. Then, calmly, "What happened at the gala?"

Gale said cheerfully. It was weird to hear someone so happy about dead creatures and it only confused me more about the girl. Saple made an annoyed noise in my head. “It isn’t the death that thrills her but her passion for the subject.” Saple told me. Everyone seemed ok with Gale. Except for Veronica, who was constantly fighting with her over things I didn’t understand and I hadn’t thought Veronica was the kind of person that fought with others. But she had fought the monster. Prince Vaugn was nodding at Gale as he turned towards Veronica, who looked up at him with big sparkly eyes. She never looked at me like that. Gale jumped on her lap again and Veronica began struggling to get her off.