Veronica Nelson Novels & Stories

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.

She didn't even bother looking at the caller ID. "Hello," she croaked out. "There you are. What time do you think you'll be here?" she heard Nic ask. "Uh, I don't know," she whispered. "What do you mean you don't know? I thought you were going to leave early?" he asked. "Nic, I—oh, God," Veronica said, right before she burst into tears. She heard the sirens and could see red and blue flashing out of the corner of her eye. Someone had tried to kill them! Someone had tried to hurt them.

Veronica didn’t give Darcy a chance to have a comeback as she pulled Grace and ran out. Grace saw Sarah and Nola were waiting at the main gate as they approached. She pulled her hand out of Veronica’s hand and stopped running. She straightened her posture and walked gracefully towards them, which only attracted Veronica’s disdainful laughter. But Grace didn’t care, she knew Veronica would never have a malicious thought against her. “How did you succeed in snatching second sister-in-law from under the lion’s paw?” Nola chuckled as they reached near her. “When have I ever failed a mission?” Veronica lifted her chin haughtily as she let out a laugh that she thought was evil.

She exclaimed. "Darling, what are you saying? Lower your voice please," Cameron replied instantly, trying to make her daughter calm down. "That Vanessa girl insulted me before that lowly Jasper. She must be punished, and I want her to receive the worst punishment ever. That is my demand, I don't care how. I want her dead. Literally lifeless," Veronica yelled. "Shhhh," Cameron made a sound with his mouth, and reached out to Veronica by placing his hands on her mouth. He then quickly snooped around in trepidation.

Through the link, she heard his thoughts—raw and unguarded. If I lose her, I lose myself. Her heart stuttered. She pulled back fast, breaking the connection. Draven’s eyes darkened. “Don’t run from the bond.” “I’m not yours,” she whispered, voice shaking. But the bond pulsed warm, like a heartbeat, defying her. Kael stepped closer, voice low. “Vanessa… someone inside this castle helped Lysandra. Someone wants you dead.” She swallowed hard. “Then let them come.”

A striking woman with dark hair and red lips smiled at her with eyes full of venom. “I’m Veronica Steele,” she whispered, her smile never faltering. “I used to stand where you are now.” Olivia blinked. “You…?” “Oh, yes,” Veronica said, sipping her champagne. “Nuel’s lover. Once upon a time. Don’t get too comfortable, darling. Men like him don’t change. You’re not a wife to him. You’re a placeholder.” Olivia’s chest tightened. Before she could respond, Veronica leaned even closer, her perfume sharp and suffocating.

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