Veronica Justice Novels & Stories

"fuck, thank you very much but I want you to keep digging and keep me posted" "I will sir" "I will your money to your account" "thank you so much" the call then ends just in time Veronica walked inside "here are the files you requested for" "thank you but I don't think I will be working on them today, will need to go home now" "is anything the matter," she asked concerned "No, but I don't want to be late as Vincent has been calling me" she did not believe him, something is surely wrong but she chose to ignore him as she nodded her head "I will just get my stuff"

I could tell she was struggling to speak to me. “It will all be well, madam. We are here for you. I want the same thing, that is justice for Veronica. We will make the person pay terrible for all he did to her.” I would rather not tire her anymore, so I decided to excuse myself. The rest of the funeral service went well. We said our goodbyes to Veronica before her body was taken to be cremated, just like she had wished for. Her parents were given their daughter's ashes after the whole process was over. It was so hard for them to go home with only ashes and not their daughter. Her dad could hardly speak and walk.

She asked Ethan. Ethan was tired of her at that moment. He thought she was trying to get rid of her thoughts about him but now, she was thinking of another thing. “Baby! Kind of dissolve that for now. You will get to it later in the day,” he said to her. Veronica winked. She looked at him. “I understand that you are protecting me. But my hunger for justice is getting heavy. I feel If I don't get justice, I am going to explode,” she said to him.

"Now, I want you to obey my every command. Did you think I was joking about Rious meeting his end at my hands? I managed to take your life once. Consider yourself fortunate to be alive today, but your fortune won't last. I'll see to that!" "What do you want, Veronica? Money? Karious? Please, spare the child from this. He had no part in our feud," I pleaded, attempting to keep my voice steady to avoid setting her off. "I only need one thing—your presence. I won't harm even a hair on Rious's head if you come to the location I'll provide," Veronica stated with a deadly seriousness. "How can I trust that Rious won't be harmed? You're a cunning, deceitful woman," I countered, my voice laced with

Veronica reached up, her warm fingers wrapping around my shaft, pulling me close while her other hand grabbed Collins, stroking him with a ruthless, rapid rhythm. The room dissolved into a wild, chaotic symphony of tearing fabric and heavy, desperate breathing. Veronica stood up, sliding out of her cream trousers and silk underwear in one fluid motion, leaving her jacket open to expose her bare skin. She hopped onto the edge of my massive mahogany desk, clearing a stack of market reports and financial charts with a swift, aggressive sweep of her arm. "Julian, get over here," Veronica ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

If the elevator hadn't closed behind her, making a noise, they might not have noticed Catherine at all, but as she arrived, both secretaries smiled warmly. — Good morning, my dear. Welcome to Advocacia Titã. Judging by your face and the elevator you just went up, I believe you must be the new lawyer I was told would be coming today. I must say that you are prettier than your picture on the e-mail – said the lady going around the counter where she was before and giving Catherine a hug, who seemed incredibly nervous. – I was the one who dealt with everything with you by e-mail. I hope you didn't get lost. I'm Victoria.

I crashed into the room unceremoniously and snapped up whatever glass I could get. Then I slammed the drink down that bitch's head and smacked her right across the face. Then again, this time on the left. Then again, this time on the right. And I repeated the process. Christopher grabbed my hand and pulled me backward. Yvonne hid herself behind him, crying like she was the victim here. "What are you doing, Josephine? Did I do anything?"

Eric appeared in court in a wheelchair. He cried openly as he announced that he had chosen to forgive me. He submitted a pre-written letter of reconciliation, polishing their image of mercy and moral virtue to perfection. The court-appointed defense attorney assigned to me showed no fight at all. He went through the motions, delivering a hollow, lifeless defense. During recess, he even advised me to plead guilty in exchange for leniency. When I tried to shout the truth in court, screaming that she had evidence, that they were lovers, that the videos were fabricated, the judge immediately shut me down for disrupting the proceedings and attacking a witness's character.

“Max, that’s why I called you an idiot. Do you even understand what a little roleplay is?” In that instant, it felt like all the strength had been drained from my body. My limbs went weak. If not for the table behind me supporting me, I would’ve collapsed right there. However, she kept going, humiliating me without mercy. “Back then, you must’ve thought you were some hero protecting your wife, didn’t you? Felt pretty proud of yourself, huh? “Well, I guess someone as useless as you can only find pride in things like that. “So now you understand, right? Three years ago, I didn’t suddenly change my testimony. Daniel was never guilty to begin with!”

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."