Chapter 1
The Weston family, Cloudhaven’s wealthiest, was making headlines. They were bringing back their heiress, who had been sent to a poor village eighteen years ago. The news shocked the upper class in the city, stirring up quite a buzz.
People still remembered how the Weston family had told everyone that Veronica Weston was the cause of her mother’s death, blaming her for the family’s misfortune, claiming that was why they had sent Veronica away all those years ago.
Now, when people spoke of the Weston family’s heiresses, they would always think of Chloe and Grace Weston, forgetting about Veronica.
There was plenty of speculation about whether Veronica’s return had anything to do with the Weston family’s upcoming marriage alliance with the Harrington family from Northvare. The rumors were flying, and everyone waited for the Weston family to make a fool of themselves.
Meanwhile, Veronica was far away, in a small town, lounging in front of a little house. She sat in a rocking chair under a peach tree, sipping iced cola, while watching the trainees practice their combat skills. She looked utterly relaxed.
Veronica let out a satisfied burp, casually tossing the bottle. It landed perfectly in the trash can, about thirty feet away.
“Ms. Weston, that’s amazing, someone called our.
“Ms. Weston, you’re incredible,” another person praised.
Smiling at the constant compliments, Veronica chuckled and sat up. Her beauty was a mix of innocence and allure, with just the right touch of seduction. Her posture was lazy, like a content cal
She squinted at the group, her cherry lips curling into a smile. “Do you think flattering me will earn you a break?” she teased
The group chuckled awkwardly.
Veronica smirked, “You smart pants.”
“Ms. Weston, you’re the best, someone said.
“You’re so beautiful and kind–hearted, another chimed in.
Veronica burped again and waved them off. After washing her hands, she turned and headed inside.
Inside the house, a kind–looking middle–aged man named Nathaniel Yates sat on a stool. He slowly opened his eyes at the sound of Veronica’s footsteps.
Seeing her still dressed in her plain tracksuit, Nathaniel shook his head helplessly, saying, “Didn’t the Weston family send you some beautiful new dresses the other day? Ronie, why haven’t you changed yet? They’ll be here soon.”
Veronica chuckled, sitting down and picking up some fruit from the table to take a bite, “Nathaniel, you’ve raised me for over ten years. Are you really going to let me wear someone else’s hand–t
me downs
Those clothes were all from Chloe, the ones she no longer wanted. Even if they were brand new, Veronica wouldn’t wear them.
Nathaniel gave Veronica a helpless glance. She was smiling brightly, but her eyes were filled with a mischievous glint.
He sighed and said, “You’ve always been so strong–willed. Like I said before, if you can get along with the Weston family, settle down with them. If not, come back. I can still support you.”
Veronica had come to this village when she was only two years old. Eighteen years had passed, and now she was twenty.
She stuck out her tongue playfully. “I know, You’re crazy rich. For a wealthy guy like you, money does grow on trees.
Nathaniel rubbed his forehead. “Enough with the teasing.”
Veronica smiled sweetly, thinking to herself, I won’t return until I’ve turned the Weston family upside down
When Veronica was getting ready for lunch, the car to pick her up arrived. She took her time finishing her meal and then slung her little treasure trove of a handbag over her shoulder.
1/3
6:36 PM P P ·
Chapter 1
One of the new trainees from Horizon Taekwondo helped load her massive suitcase into the trunk. The thing was nearly as tall as she
The driver. Flynn Booth, glanced at the tacky–looking suitcase, then at Veronica in her dull clothes. A trace of disdain flickered in his
Veronica curled her lips into a smirk, turning to wave at the men of Horizon Taekwondo near the door. “When I make my fortune, Ill take you all to the big city to enjoy the high life.
Flynn’s gaze grew more contemptuous. “Ms. Weston, please get in the car. It’s still a long way to go”
Veronica glanced at Flynn. “The Weston family is the wealthiest in Cloudhaven, right?”
Flynn straightened his back, puffing up with pride,
Veronica sneered, “Then why don’t they even have a helicopter? Aren’t we in a hurry?”
Flynn stared at her in disbelief, thinking. She’s just a country bumpkin. How can she complain about the Weston family not having a helicopter!‘
Veronica waved her hand. “Let’s go. It’s a long drive. She climbed into the car.
The ride was silent, and soon nightfall descended.
At Weston Villa in Cloudhaven, Chloe sat on the couch, hugging a pillow and gazing out at the pouring rain, snickering. “Mom, do you think that half–sister of mine is almost here?”
Sitting on the nearby sofa, Linda Weston looked up at the rain outside and smiled, “Who knows? The weather’s been a bit cold lately. Sweetie, get some sleep.”
Chloe nodded. “Okay, Mom. I’ll go to bed soon.”
Linda stood up. “Alright. I’m going to sleep too.”
They linked arms as they made their way upstairs. Before they did, Linda reminded the housekeeper to lock the doors and go to bed early.
After eleven hours of continuous driving, the SUV finally reached Weston
at just
past
It PM. The expected darkness greeted them.
Veronica thought, ‘I wonder if the Weston family’s out of money for the electricity bill. Even the lights in the yard are off.
Flynn parked the car in the garage and opened the trunk to grab Veronica’s luggage. He had expected the suitcase to be light and easy to handle, but it almost snapped his wrist with its weight.
“What are you doing?” Veronica spoke up.
Flynn looked up. “Ms. Weston, you’re home. I was just trying to take your stuff out of the car for you.” Though he wasn’t fond of Veronica and her plain outfit, he was still trying to do his job well.
Veronica raised an eyebrow and glanced at the dark villa. “Are you sure I can get inside?”
Flynn fell silent, looking somewhat embarrassed. “I’ll go ring the doorbell for you.”
“Okay. But I think you’re wasting your time,” Veronica said, folding her arms and watching him jog over to ring the bell.
Moments later, Flynn returned, looking flustered. “Sorry, Ms. Weston. It seems Mrs. Weston and your sisters are asleep.”
“Fine, Veronica replied, nodding seriously. “If my stepmother didn’t take so many sleeping pills, she wouldn’t be asleep like this.”
Flynn was at a loss for words. He was beginning to have a hard time dealing with this heiress, who looked so shabby but had such a sharp
Tongue
Raising her eyebrows, Veronica glanced at Flynn. What are you standing there for? Take me to the most expensive hotel in Cloudhaven”
She had other matters to attend to and didn’t have time to deal with these childish games from the people who had turned her away.
6:36 PM P P
Chapter 1
Flynn was taken aback and glanced nervously at the garage..
Veronica narrowed her eyes. “You’re not going to tell me I have to stay in the garage, are you?”
Seeing the smile on Veronica’s face, Flynn almost nodded but didn’t dare do that. He had just received a message from the butler saying Veronica should stay in the garage. But Flynn didn’t have the guts to say it out loud.
Veronica seemed quite easygoing. “Alright. Sleeping in the garage isn’t a problem. But I have a bad habit of smashing stuff around when I sleep. I wonder if anything would happen to these luxury cars when I’m asleep.”
She glanced around, picked up a brick from the corner, and weighed it in her hand. “Well, this could make a great pillow, and also-”
Flynn quickly interrupted, “Ms. Weston, I’ll take you to a hotel. We’re leaving now.” He started the car again and drove toward the most. expensive hotel in Cloudhaven.
It wasn’t that Flynn didn’t want to brush Veronica off; he simply didn’t dare. He thought, Who knows what kind of outrageous thing this. hellion might do next?”
At the 28th floor of Royale International Hotel, Veronica found her room. She swiped the key card and opened the door. But before she could even turn on the lights, a large figure pressed against her.
A strong, muscular arm crossed over her neck, and a hoarse, deep voice warned, “Don’t make a sound.”
