The Billionaire Heiress Strikes Back (Veronica and Carter) novel Chapter 7
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Chapter 7
Stranded
Veronica’s POV
The rain showed no mercy as I trudged down the empty street, dragging my battered suitcase behind me. The wheels kept catching on uneven cracks, jolting me forward and back with every step. My clothes were soaked through, clinging to my skin, and the cold gnawed at my bones.
Tears streamed down my face, but they weren’t the silent, dignified kind. They were ugly and relentless, burning hot even as the rain washed them away. I had no idea where I was going.
I just wanted to be free of this pain.
The sound of an approaching car made me instinctively step toward the curb, hugging my suitcase close to avoid the spray from the puddles. But instead of slowing down, the car speed up, slamming through a deep puddle and sending a wave of icy, dirty water splashing all over me.
I gasped, stumbling as the shock of the cold hit me. My suitcase tipped over, spilling some of its contents onto the wet pavement.
And then I heard her laugh.
The car slowed just enough for me to see Meghan’s smug face leaning out the window.
“Oh dear,” she drawled, her voice syrupy sweet with mock concern. “Veronica, I didn’t see you there. I hope I didn’t ruin your lovely walk in the rain.”
I clenched my fists, swallowing the rage that bubbled up in my chest. “What do you want, Meghan?” I snapped, my voice trembling with cold and anger.
She smirked, resting her chin on her hand. “Oh, I’m just here to remind you of your place. You know, this all could’ve been avoided if you hadn’t grabbed the wrong drink three years ago.”
Her words made my heart stop for a moment. “What are you talking about?”
She laughed, tilting her head. “Oh, you didn’t know? That night at the gala, I was supposed to be with Carter. That drink was supposed to do the magic and get him in my bed! But you—you just couldn’t resist playing Cinderella, could you?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “But don’t worry. Fate has a way of correcting itself. Now that you’re out of the way, Carter and I can finally have the life we were meant to.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. She was the reason Carter treated me with so much disdain for three years! All because of that one drink?
Old Veronica would have ran back to him to explain everything and beg him to believe her but now, I didn’t even care.
“You think you’ve won,” I said, my voice cold and sharp. “But Carter isn’t a prize, Meghan. A man gotten by tricks will never truly be yours because one day, the truth will come out!”
Her smile faltered for a split second before she laughed again, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “We’ll see about that,” she said before rolling up the window and speeding off into the rain.
I stood there, soaked and shaking, staring at the empty street ahead of me. Her words echoed in my mind, making me question everything. Was I really going to let her ruin my life like this?
Yet I knew even if I turned back now, Carter would still believe her over me. It also didn’t change the fact that she was pregnant for him.
By the time I reached my old apartment, I was a shell of myself. My hands trembled as I knocked on the landlord’s door, praying for some semblance of normalcy.
The door creaked open, and my landlord stood there, his face pale and strained.
“Mr Knight, sorry for coming at this hour. I would have come earlier but I got caught up in the rain,” I explained.
“Miss Veronica,” he said, his voice tight, “I… I can’t let you stay here anymore.”
My stomach dropped. “What? Why not? I can renew the rent…”
He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my eyes. “Carter called. He… he said if I let you rent here, he’d ruin me. I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to go against him.”
I stared at him, stunned for a second. Carter did this?!
“I understand,” I whispered, even though I didn’t. Even though I wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. I knew the lengths Carter could go to get what he wants. There was no point dragging an innocent man into it.
Dragging my suitcase behind me, I tried hotel after hotel, but the answer was always the same. No availability. No room. And every time, I saw the same pitying look on the receptionist’s face, the same unspoken words: Someone’s warned us not to take you in.
I couldn’t believe this. I wanted to stomp back to the mansion and hit him, let out all the pent-up anger and frustration but I knew that would do me no good.
He was trying to force me back with me. To keep me at his mercy.
When my phone buzzed, I knew it was him before I even looked at the screen.
“What do you want, Carter?” I said, my voice hoarse from crying and exhaustion.
“Come back,” he said, his tone firm but tinged with something that sounded almost like desperation. “You’re being ridiculous, Veronica. You have nowhere else to go.”
I let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and sharp. “And whose fault is that?”
“Stop this nonsense,” he snapped. “You need me.”
“No, Carter,” I said, my voice trembling. “I don’t.” And I hung up before he could say another word.
By now, my body was screaming for rest, but my mind was racing. Then, I remembered the business card my grandmother had given me. Now I understood what she meant by when things get tough.
I pulled the card from my bag, my fingers trembling from the cold and the rain. I was dizzy as hell and tired.
I could barely see the words because of the rain but then a car screeched to a stop beside me.
I didn’t want to believe that Meghan to back. I swear to god I will pull her out here and beat the shit out of her, pregnant or not. But even then, my body swayed weakly and I could barely maintain balance.
“Veronica?”
I tried to turn but my body gave out and I passed out.
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