Novel & Cerita Veronica Seider

He cut off the call immediately after it and looked directly into the eyes of that woman. "Start counting your days my lady, I'll make sure, I break you so bad and you still come to me for the healing of that pain" he repeated the promise he made to his younger self that day. * "Veronica please don't be stubborn, we need to measure your ring size. You can go to office after that. Our engagement is more important" Jonathan tried to convince Veronica who seem to be busy with her schedule. Veronica was a fashion designer, she completed her degree last year in Paris and moved to Italy with her fiancee.

These children, my children, embodied ragged potential untapped. “They’ve been trying to save her all along,” Seb continued, his eyes imploring. “We can either help them or stay put and do nothing. But they need us.” A heavy pause followed his words. Silence stretched before I spoke, a sincerity I hardly knew I possessed. “Tell us what to do, Seb.” His expression softened, granting me a nod of approval, small but profound. Duty resolved within our gaze. “Luna’s going after those who wronged her first,” he said quietly. “Her birth mother and father, Marcus Kane, and whoever else hurt her.”

Just then, Ornard's secretary saw her coming in and quickly stood up to say hello. Veronica often came to Ornard's company and he often chatted with his secretary with a smile. She wasn't in a good mood today, so she gave a brief no before heading straight to Ornard's office. The secretary was stunned for a moment and immediately stepped forward to stop Veronica. "Madam, Mr. Laban has something to do now. Please wait a moment..." "Get lost!" Veronica pushed the secretary roughly, which made the latter stagger on her high heels before she almost fell down. Then, the secretary reached out to lean against the wall. "Madam... you..."

Veronica’s POV “For the sin of stealing the virren moonstone and attempting to kill the Five Elders by poison, here stands Veronica Crysmorra, former Vameer, and Luna of the pack to receive her divine punishment.” There was utter silence. I thought that my heart would beat fast in fear for my fate but perhaps I am too dead inside to feel any of it. Everyone was looking at me— in disdain, disappointment, anger, and many other things.

"It doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t feel fair. How could this happen? She was... she was Daisy. She was larger than life." Veronica clenched her jaw, trying to suppress the tears threatening to spill. "We didn’t even get to say goodbye." Clara looked at her, her eyes filled with sorrow. "You knew her longer than I did. What was she like... before?" Veronica exhaled shakily, her fingers gripping the edge of the windowsill. "She was... complicated. Before the show, we were just acquaintances. I thought she was like every other spoiled starlet—entitled, self-absorbed, and unaware of how the real world worked. But then..." She paused, her lips trembling. "Then I actually got to know her. She wasn’

The scent of her that sharp vanilla and lime juice mixed with the expensive tobacco smoke Tarek had left behind was still hanging in the air, mocking me. I watched through the glass partition as Veronica escorted Al-Sayed toward the private express lift. Her asymmetrical cream dress clung to her curves with an agonizing, architectural perfection, her patent-leather stilettos clicking sharply against the marble like a countdown. She didn't look back at the office. She didn't offer a single glance toward the man who had slammed her onto her desk less than a week ago to demand her submission. She was untouchable. She was a goddamn queen walking her palace, and she had just left her kings standi

In front of the mirror, Veronica appeared seated in silence. Her eyes tightly shut. She took a deep breath, trying to dispel the tightness that enveloped her. Since last night, her thoughts had been all over the place. Her heart still felt both sore and melancholic as she recalled the image of Sean, whom she had unintentionally met at the dinner party. Rubbing her chest, Veronica attempted to take several deep breaths. Exhaling softly, yet it still felt futile. Flashes of the past continued to dance in her mind.

"Then, what should I do?" "Just let it be," Erna folded her arms in front of her chest, leaning her back against the chair. “What makes me even more curious, why Sander? As far as I know, you're not the type who's interested in being a matchmaker for other people.” "That's what you think," Veronica pursed her lips. "Do I look like an outcaster to you?" “A little bit honest?” "Yes." "I hate to say it, but yes, you look like an outcaster who doesn't want to associate with social things unless you think it would be beneficial for you. Except for me, Bianca, and also Dania, of course.”

She stood up and was about to sit beside Ethan, but Ethan looked at her coldly. "Cameron, sit next to me," Ethan said, the beautiful face of the woman ashen and contorted because of the humiliation of being rejected. The woman came back to her seat, gritting her teeth. Mr Sander patted the woman's hand and smiled. "Mr Miller, my daughter Veronica just wanted to have a chat with you. She's an avid fan of yours."