Veronica Seider Novels & Stories

Veronica arched an eyebrow, relishing the attention as she glanced at the audience, then back at Pete. "Mr. Pete," Veronica continued, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. "I know this may displease you and ruin your sweet moment, but you deserve the truth. And the truth is that the person you’re thinking of making your wife is not worth it." Her eyes narrowed as she turned toward Rebecca, her words laced with venom. "She’s a liar. And not just her—her entire family. Getting close to rich men and indulging in their wealth is practically their hobby."

“It might be associated with the office.” “I thought you had taken the day off?” I answered the phone and, seeing Jared's name, sighed. "It's important." She stepped back, her chin rising imperceptibly. "I'll give you a moment." "Stay," I asked. She stayed. I swiped to answer. “Jared.” "You have to look at this," he said, jumping right in. What's happening here? “Veronica is moving, but quietly. She's trying to buy private stock in shell buyers. We found out too late, unfortunately.”

Veronica hesitantly looked up, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized the doctor was looking straight at her, a haughty smile appearing on her lips, "But we better not get caught in bed, Selena. I plan on keeping you going all night long... just like yesterday." Veronica gawked at her. Goddammit! She knew! A flush of embarrassment crossed her face as the doctor was deliberately teasing her. "Mmh, and I'm sure this... escapade will be worth it, my love." Veronica ran her fingers through her hair and let out a deep sigh. That walk of shame was a small price to pay to what she experienced last night. She glanced at the doctor one last time, knowing that deep down in her heart, it was

“We don’t always win.” “We win enough,” she said, and left. Enough. Not the number I liked. I stood there a beat, then went to work. ********************************** First: Veronica’s contacts. She kept two phones, like any woman with a kingdom. One for appearances. One for decisions. The one for decisions slept in a locked drawer in her office with the silver fountain pens and the list of donors who could make a judge look in the other direction on command.

"Hello?" An older woman came to a stop when she saw Ronnie. "Hello, I'm Veronica, but everyone calls me Ronnie. You must be Marie Weaver, the housekeeper." Veronica held out her hand. "We spoke on the phone." Instead of shaking hands, Mrs. Weaver beelined it across the room and hugged her tightly. When she stepped back, she said, "I'm so glad to finally meet you, Ver - , I mean Ronnie. You're much prettier in person than pictures I've seen over the years. Your eyes are so crystal blue, and you look so much like your aunt." Mrs. Weaver placed a warm hand on each of Veronica's upper arms. "I've heard so much about you for so many years, it's so wonderful to finally meet you."

Everyone in the hall recognized the woman in the video and Veronica blinked her eyes frequently to stop her tears as she watched herself in the video and it shook her to the core. Isla glanced at her mother, only to find her smirking, and she felt disgusted. “Stop the damn video. It’s not true!” Maria shouted, and Aries gestured at one of his men, but it was too late. Alfred chuckled. “This doesn’t end here!” He said and looked at the screen, which now showed Veronica serving at the orgies in her shortest dress and one of the men spanking her ass as she passed by him. “This girl lured rich men, seduced them, used them, and then discarded them! This is how she survives and now she wants fame

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.

She switched her surfboard from her right hand to her left and then extended her right hand to me for a hand shake “Hey” I replied, taking her hand. I was surprised by how quickly she noticed me and came over. “I'm Veronica” “Nice to meet you, Veronica” she smiled widely. “You seem to be very absorbed in watching me, do you surf?” I let out a light nervous laugh. Was this how fast people made conversation with others here? “No. Oh no. I’m not a surfer. I'm more of a beach towel, sunscreen type of girl. I just love the way you moved in the water. It was fascinating”

She hurriedly grabbed a towel and started wiping off Veronica’s face and neck, turning bright red out of pure embarrassment. Veronica began to laugh again. “Selene, please... it’s quite alright. I knew I would get this sort of reaction from you. I know this is rather controversial, but I wanted to do something shocking for my Sebastian. I want to see him react just as you did. I know he’ll love it. Unfortunately, all of the good artists that I’ve found are all male, and Sebastian would pluck their eyes out for seeing me unclothed. If it were another woman, he would see it as purely professional. So, what do you say? I’ll even double what I originally offered to pay you.”