Novel & Cerita Veronica Zea

“So you are the new assistant everyone is gossiping about! Nice to meet you! My name is Veronica!” Veronica gave Flora her hand to shake. Flora accepted after hesitation. The shake was painful. Veronica almost broke Flora’s fragile hand. Flora pulled her hand violently and gave Veronica a death stare. Veronica knew this woman is not one to mess with. But her jealousy reached the point of unreason: “Unexpectedly you don’t have dark hair,” said Veronica with an evil grim. “Why should I?” “‘Cause she has dark hair! Or does he make you wear a dark wig when doing the deed?”

Bella: Weston Gabriel Leone Veronica: Isabella Sofia Leone. I kinda like it. Isabella Sofia Saint aka Bella Sofia Saint, Hmm, I like that,too. Bella: I’m hanging up now, I am tired of that subject. Veronica: OK, Fine. Just tell me where in London you are so I can get a plane ticket to come see you. Harlowe has been so boring without you. Bella: Westloch London. We’ll be here until Saturday then I’ll be in Valencia Italy

I have these trust issues after what I went through so I think my heart doesn't accept anyone easily. After seeing my smirk she stood straight and became stiff. She extended her hand and greeted me "Hello Welcome Mam" I shook her hand and responded, "My pleasure". She continued "I am your PA Cindy Wasora Mam". "I am Stefana Joshua. No mam, just call me Stef. Shall we?" I beckoned my hands to exit she nodded her head and led the way.

The air around them grew thick as they exchanged words. “I’m the heiress of the Jones family and Damian Blackwood’s fiancée,” she declared with pride. Elara’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what Veronica had just said. “You’re what?” She asked, surprised. “Oh, you’re still here,” Veronica mocked. “I am Veronica Jones, Damian Blackwood’s fiancée.”

It seemed that the scene that she was desperate to watch would not happen, which was how Braelynn was going to be fired by Valeria. She was displeased about the current situation but there was nothing that she could do. She then returned back to her bedroom and immediately sent a WhatsApp message to Veronica. She wanted to share her dissatisfied emotion with someone that she trusted. However, Angel was pissed off upon receiving a text message from Veronica unexpectedly. "Do you happen to receive news that Azalea has been appointed as the international ambassador for the products under your father's company?"

It’s more startling than painful and leaves me in shock for a moment. “I’m Veronica, King Caleb’s favored consort. You will learn who I am and you will learn your place here.” Her face scrunches in rage the longer she looks at me, the longer I don’t have a reaction. “How dare you give birth to Caleb’s child before me?!”

“Where have you been? Ezra announced you as a member of his court.” He looked around before he spoke. “I know that. There was a disturbance at the border.” “Oh no, have you spoken to Ezra?” Vik shook his head and shoved his hands deep into his pocket. “I think you need to know this more than he does. Veronica crossed the border.” “Crap.” “My sister’s here.”

“Didn’t they announce their engagement publicly? Even though Mr. Thiago hasn’t officially confirmed it, who in Hemsworth doesn’t know that Ms. Veronica is his fiancee? This lady’s words make Ms. Veronica sound like a third wheel.” “Yeah, and look at her elegance, she’s definitely from a noble family. What’s her background?” “She’s even more beautiful than Ms. Veronica. She and Mr. Thiago look like a match made in heaven!” Veronica's face fell. Was Amelia trying to ruin her chances with Thiago?! Wasn’t she just broadcasting to everyone that Amelia and Thiago were tight, and they had some serious ties with Mr. James? Then what the heck did her being the fiancee of the Anderson Group’s CEO even

Chapter Twenty-Six Mikaela: My eyes enlarged, my eyeballs almost rolling out of their sockets. How did she know my name? Oh, so the bossy vibe wasn't fake after all. “Oh, girl, where are my manners?” Her steps became quicker, her heels knocking against the hard concrete of the road. “I'm Veronica. Veronica Black.” She introduced, and at this point, she was only a few inches away from me, our eyes boring into each other's. “I hope you know what that means?”

Her eyes were sharp, like she was searching for someone. Rosa greeted her, but the woman looked straight at me. "Are you Sera?" she asked. I tensed. "Who are you?" She walked closer and extended her hand. "My name is Veronica Hale. I'm a freelance journalist. I used to write for the Washington Post, but now I run my own online media outlet." "What do you want with me?" Veronica didn't take offense. She lowered her hand and pulled a business card from her blazer pocket. "I know who you are. I know about Gabriel Bloodfang, and I know about the trial that turned your life into hell."