Novel & Cerita Veronica Nelson

She was not going to forget the shame and humiliation that she had gone through and she was going to take her revenge, the cost regardless. Bernice tried calling Storm but his phone didn't go through. "The fool has the guts to block me," she thought. Next, she called her underlings. Even though she had been banished, she still had people who could help her get revenge. ***** Vinca had a splitting headache. It came all of a sudden and the pain was so intense that she had to curl up on the floor. Leo was passing by her office when he saw her lying down. Shouting for Frost, he rushed to her side as Frost stormed into the office.

Veronica didn’t seem to notice her at first, but as they approached each other, recognition dawned on the older woman’s face. Her stride faltered, and then she stopped entirely, a wicked smirk spreading across her lips. Nicole passed by without breaking her pace, but the smugness in Veronica’s expression made her stop. She made a half-hearted attempt at pulling out her phone, pretending to punch in some digits, then inserted it into a small pouch dangling from the top of her leggings. Slowly, she shifted to face Veronica. "Well, there's the devil," drawled Veronica. "If it isn't Nicole Okeke. Or perhaps I should be saying, the thorn to my family's flesh?"

Veronica As soon as Noah was out of sight, Veronica jumped on the scale. How dare he! She'd never even been close to one-eighty her entire life. She gasped when she had to keep moving the weight past one-eighty. It finally stopped just over one eighty-seven. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she felt the knot forming in her throat, and then she pushed the weights back down to zero before Nellie could see what she weighed. "Was he right?" Nellie must've seen her near-tears expression because she added, "Well, that's why we're here, right?"

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..."

Veronica said with a sly smile, "hold on, you'll need something stronger for this juicy gist." Veronica gracefully strolled over to her well-stocked mini bar, her apartment's centrepiece. With precision, she selected a bottle of premium whisky, a knowing glint in her eye. Returning to the cosy sitting area, she poured a generous amount into her Nora's cup of coffee, the dark liquid swirling into a fragrant blend. Nora was intrigued and eager to savour every detail of the revelation. Nora leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Veronica's, her anticipation palpable. "You won't believe the new development between my sister and my fiancé," Veronica teased, her voice laced with excitement and susp

“Why would you kill Aunt Nancy? Why would you hurt Veronica and Ursula? Why?” “Oh, Veronica wasn’t hurt,” Lena said dismissively. “She only pretended.” Veronica’s lips curled. “I drank the Oil of Black Henbane,” she confessed. “It slowed my pulse and mimicked neural shutdown. A perfect, convincing coma.” Rowan felt the world tilt. “And Ursula?” he whispered. “We intended to kill Ursula,” Veronica replied without flinching. “She wasn’t supposed to survive. I don’t know how she did. The strike was swift. She shouldn’t even remember the shadow that touched her.”

He nodded and walked away. “Still with Chase then?” Amelia leaned in and smiled. “Her birthday is in a few hours. We shall see!” Nora smiled at me and pushed my shoulder. “Do you think it will be Chase?” Veronica wiggled her eyes at me. She was beautfiul and actually did some modeling for Victoria Secrets. Her long black hair bounced with each laugh.

"Emma! Come down here right now! You're making a scene!" I didn't look at him. Veronica kept talking and getting louder. "She's nobody! Just some woman who married rich and thought she could steal my life! I'm the real Evangeline! I have proof! I have contracts! I have witnesses! I have everything!" Some people in the crowd nodded. They looked like they believed her. "Look at her!" Veronica pointed at me. "Look at her cheap dress! Her cheap shoes! Does she look like a world famous designer? No! She looks like... like..."

The consolation prize he pretends not to regret. And Veronica—her cool little smiles have gone from approval to dismissal. She doesn’t even bother hiding it anymore. She’s busy patching the family name, already strategizing how to survive Nico’s spiral. I can see it in the way she moves—elegant exits, whispered calls, files slipped into sleek handbags. She’s planning for life after him. That leaves me stranded.