Veronica Pope Soa Novels & Stories

★★★★ Meanwhile, Veronica was sitting with some of her friends in a cafe, having coffee and snacks. While the conversation flowed around her, she seemed lost, her gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. "Ve, come back on earth!" Hosey exclaimed, giving a gentle nudge to Veronica. She was a close friend of Veronica and also a model. Both of them walked together on the ramp many times all over the world.

"Jane, there you are. They're about to start the ceremony." "What ceremony?" "The awards ceremony. Where they honor this year's top entrepreneurs." "Veronica, I told you I'm not ready for this." "You're as ready as you'll ever be." Veronica looked at Amanda. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Veronica Chen, Jane's assistant." "Assistant to what?" Amanda asked. "Assistant to the CEO of P&G Industries." "CEO?" Amanda laughed. "Jane isn't the CEO of anything." Veronica looked confused. "I'm sorry, what?"

she sniffed. The way she spoke about Elara's family made my wolf bristle. "So you attacked a child to lure his mother here? That's your grand plan?" "I didn't attack anyone," Veronica snapped. "Though I'm not surprised Caleb would claim that. Silver-contaminated omegas are known liars." She looked me up and down, her lip curling. "He's probably contaminated this female too." Without warning, I swung my leg in a perfect roundhouse kick, catching her squarely in the chest. She flew backward, hitting the wall with a satisfying thud before sliding to the floor.

Every word carefully measured, every gesture designed to manipulate or dominate, all wrapped up in a polished, perfect exterior. And then there was Sophia. Completely the opposite. Chaotic, unfiltered, unafraid to speak—or act—her mind. Compared to Veronica, Sophia’s energy was almost shocking, but it carried a kind of honesty that Veronica could never muster. Her teasing, her laughter, the sheer boldness of her presence—it was alive, messy, human.

Alice The bar’s atmosphere was a blend of quiet jazz and whispered ambition. Shadows clung to the velvet booths, hiding secrets in their folds. Alice Florence adjusted her dress, lifting her martini glass as she studied the woman opposite her. Veronica Duval was not merely beautiful. She was a weapon, polished and deadly, wrapped in couture. Recently returned from Geneva, Veronica brought a storm of curiosity and influence. A shareholder in the Anderson-Hidalgo venture, her opinion could sway investors like the tide.

Among Mattheo's subordinates, she was the only one who dared to reply sarcastically to my words. "You're pregnant," she retorted. Sharp black irises that did not flinch against me. "Talking like that after you've completed your duties as a mother. Even your sitting position is wrong. Don't you have a shred of sympathy left for your baby?" The woman had a name tag on her right breast, the title of professional assistant and financial advisor to the Sinclair family. I'd never seen it before. But judging from how professionally she was working at the moment, helping Mattheo outside of her job desk, I knew how qualified this woman named Veronica was.

“But I feel like I’m missing something. There’s so much I don’t know about organizing something like this.” Caleb taps his fingers against his coffee mug, thinking. “Have you considered asking Veronica for advice?” I nearly choke on my latte. “Veronica? Why would I ask her?” He tilts his head. “You don’t know? She runs the Ordan Public School Fund. One of the biggest charity organizations in Ordan.” “I… Didn’t know that,” I mutter, suddenly feeling like a moron. I should have known. Veronica does everything. She’s fucking perfect. Why wouldn’t she also run one of the biggest charities in the country?

“Are you sure that company is legit? My team failed to track it down.” Taylor raised a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting as his eyes flicked toward me. Then he turned back to Dante, whose jaw tightened. “Well, St. James has been bankrupt for years now.” “Excuse me?” Dante’s voice dropped icily. “What kind of joke is that?” “Well, to solve the problems we’re facing, we have a very capable candidate who can help us out.” Taylor’s smirk widened as he gestured toward me. “Meet our intern, Veronica Davidson, who has a very special connection with one of the executive directors of St. James.”

"Where is Veronica right now? Has she left the residence?" "According to the vehicle tracking logs from the estate gates, she hasn't left," Luca replied, tapping his own tablet to verify the data. "She’s currently at the main Hayes estate with a team of her own private lawyers. They’re packing up the remaining personal assets, the art, the jewelry, and the luxury vehicles before the official court freeze takes effect at noon today."

The supreme dark-priest asked. “I will.” Veronica said with pride hinted on her voice. “Will you honor the duty and responsibilities that it will take you to be Queen, and do you do so willingly take this crown as yours?” The supreme dark-priest once again asked. “I will, and do so willingly what it takes to be Queen.” Veronica answered once more. “Then I declare you,” the supreme dark-priest said and she place the crown on the top of Veronica’s head, “Veronica Lorraine Glaiza Elizabeth Vane, The Queen of Dexo Fernia.” The crown was placed above Veronica’s head.