BOOK 1
Veronica Garcia, a smart and beautiful fifteen-year-old, had endured enough of her stepfather's abuse. One fateful night, during his drunken rage, she seized her chance to escape, fleeing to her abuelo's mansion for solace. However, her newfo...
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Veronica's POV
I exit my office.
2 more days until I host the mafia ball.
I sigh annoyed, walking past Dreya's desk, only to see her staring down at her lap, giggling and twirling her hair with her pointer finger.
I continue to stare at her, intrigued. She hasn't noticed me yet, I try to test my luck and I sit in front of her. I smirk when she still doesn't notice me.
Deciding to catch her attention I clear my throat and stare at her with a smile, Dreya's head shoots up, and her eyes darts to mine, "V-Veronica!, I was uhm i-i was just-" I cut her stuttering off.
"So, who is he?" I ask, crossing my arms and leaning back with a smirk on my face.
"W-what? I h-have no idea what you're talking ab-" I cut her off.
"Or who is she?" I ask putting my hands up in surrender.
She puts her head down knowing i've caught her out and sighs, she looks at me nervously, "His name is Zak, We have been talking for a while." she says, fiddling with her fingers.
I smile softly at her, "I'm happy for you, Drey."
She looks at me surprisingly and she lets out a sigh of relief, "Really? I thought you would be mad, Thank you Veronica." She smiles happily at me.
I shrug before continuing, "As-long as you have no more work left, I'm happy for you to do anything you want." She smiles at me.
"Have you met him before," I asked her, looking concerningly.
"Uhm not yet, But! We plan to very soon." She says, trying to convince me.
"What does he do?" I ask her suspiciously, raising my eyebrow.
She smiles at me before putting her phone in front of her on the desk, "He's a PA like me"
I squint my eyes at her, "Who does he work for?"
Dreya frowns slightly, "Hmm, Zak hasn't mentioned that to me, all he said was He is a PA from some big business in Spain, and he would love to get closer with me." She shrugs.
I look at her concerningly, "Drey, are you sure he's legit? He's not using you for anything?" I ask her softly.
"Zak is honest, Veronica. He cares for me." She replies softly.
I put my hands up in surrender, "Okay, okay I trust you Drey, Just be careful." I say standing up, brushing the invisible dust off of my trousers.
She nods, staring up at me with a smile, "thank you."
I give her a reassuring nod and walk away to my room. As I change into a pair of jeans and a crop top, I remember the bowl of strawberries I left on the counter. My stomach rumbles and I quickly leave my room and grab the bowl of strawberries before turning around and looking into the living room.
