Veronica Justice Novels & Stories

"Officer Lancer! I was wrong! I've learned my lesson! I have elderly parents and children to support at home. I can't lose this job! Please, have mercy. Please let me go!" I stepped back, avoiding her grasp. Looking down at her, I spoke calmly, stating the simplest truth. "When you used hospital regulations as a weapon to humiliate a desperate patient's family member, you should have known this day would come. Take responsibility for your ignorance and arrogance." Justice may be late, but it was inevitable. Today, I delivered that long-overdue justice with my own hands. With Edward and Alicia taken away, the farce finally came to an end. Members of the inspection team began sealing evidence

"And what gives you the right to assume I'm faking? Where would you even go without me? Don't forget that the Bianchi family's armory keys are still in my hands!" I pulled my hand free. Camilla came running in, barely hiding her excitement. "Lucio! Good news! The Della Veras just responded!" Lucio's head snapped toward her. "What did Massimo say?" She shot me a provocative glance, then beamed. "Mr. Della Vera may be a little eccentric, but he was very polite to me. We just have to wait a few days to sign the deal." Lucio's tense expression eased instantly. He turned to me with a smug look. "You hear that, Ada? I don't need you for this. Camilla's more capable than you ever were."

"I'm not running away," I say, my voice finding new resolve as I shut down the computer with swift, decisive movements. "I'm running toward something." Lucas watches me, something like admiration flickering across his features. "And what would that be?" "Justice," I answer simply. "But on my terms, not his. Not driven by rage but by strategy." I pocket the evidence drive, the small action sealing my decision. "Derek thinks he knows me, thinks he can predict how I'll react. It's time to show him how wrong he is."

"I know you, you're the type to cry when a duck falls over, you love helping out, being with your family, you love life! You can't even hurt a fly!" I was shock still for a moment, before I looked up to him, he was at least a foot taller than me. "Listen here, and listen closely." I seethed, "My name is Veronica, Cassandra is a dead girl that was no use to anyone! I hate to tell you, Dustin. But I am not that weak little girl. I am Veronica, can't hurt a fly? I've killed so many people and you've seen me do it with your own eyes!"

I walked into the waiting room were Victoria sat with a bend head. "Victoria I'm very happy that you came." I said to her ,my heart was beating faster as she walked towards me. I didn't prepare an actual apology note so I was short of words and started saying nonsense. She made me nervous. "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate.

I whispered, placing my hands on the desk. "You might think it's very easy. But I have no one to turn to if I go on with this case. I am going to lose everything. I can't do this." Aisha replied, her body shaking in quiet sobs. "What about justice? You don't feel sensitive about this matter. Danjuma raped you and deserves to be in prison. A rape victim has the right to voice out her words. You need to do this. Do this so that he won't ever molest another girl. You have to." I inquired, banging my hands slightly on the table.

"Fine. Thank you." "You're welcome." A pause. "How are you doing? Actually." "We just prepped a witness for an hour. I'm focused." "It's eleven PM. Martinez is off the call. I'm asking how you are." Emma put her feet up on the coffee table. Justice lifted his head from the chair, decided she wasn't interesting, and went back to sleep.

"You’re unbelievable, Richard. You think you can show up out of nowhere, tell me to leave, and that’s supposed to make everything better? You killed my sister. You took her away from me, and now you’re standing here acting like you’re some kind of hero, trying to protect me?" "I’m not a hero," Richard said quietly, his voice filled with a tired resignation. "I’m trying to prevent more bloodshed. More pain." Veronica took a deep, shaky breath, her chest tight. "You’re right about one thing," Veronica said, her voice firm. "This isn’t my world. But I’m not leaving. Not until I get justice.”

“Yeah. Everything will end by then.” I pulled away to stare at her expression. “Are you happy?” “I’m satisfied,” she answered. Leaning on the headboard, I asked, “Was it all like you wanted?” For a second, Veronica gave it a thought. “I always knew revenge is a hollow pursuit. I accepted that. I still wanted it nevertheless,” she explains. Then she looks at me. “At least I feel more justified… so there’s that. I didn’t like the answer but I got the truth, which I was looking for… it’s still better than when I had nothing at all.”

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