Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 801 Never Marry Again

Veronica made her stance very clear and severed all hopes for Mateo ever to make her his. At the same time, her statement shocked everyone at the table, causing them to gaze at her in unison.

“You’re not going to remarry?” Crayson cried out exasperatedly. “That’s ridiculous!” Even Hayley wasn’t having it. “Anyone can choose to stay single, but not you.”

“Matthew Kings is dead, and you intend to be a widow? What are you, a fool?” Destiny sassed while Mateo implored, “You’re still young, Roni. How can you not remarry? You still have a wonderful life ahead of you, so don’t dwell in the past.”

After listening to their words, Matthew drooped his eyelids and headed to the yard. All that mattered was Veronica’s stance.

Meanwhile, Veronica put her spoon down and looked icily at Hayley, who was sitting right across from her. “I didn’t come to the hidden clan for the throne or because you’re my birth mother; rather, my children’s lives would be at stake if I don’t comply. I will help you reclaim the throne, but I will not stay,” she bellowed. “My mind won’t change. Not now, not ever. Also, you can forget about finding me a suitor here in the hidden clan, for I will never fall in love with your kind—even if my last choices are between them and Bloomstead’s beggars.”

“That’s because…” she drawled. “I don’t belong here.”

“How dare you speak to your mother like that, Veronica?!” Crayson reprimanded.

Hayley shook her head at Crayson with her usual graceful smile before turning to Veronica. “Alright, if that’s what

forced, but… she believed time could

study while Mateo sat on the couch

for me, do you, Madam Hayley?

been so hopeful and enthusiastic the night before, but who’d have thought he’d wake up to his burning passion drowned mercilessly

only normal that Veronica can’t come out of the loss. If you really like her, treat her well. Women fall very easily for a man’s tenderness and

lit up,

you are. I won’t possibly lie

treat me the best,

you like my own

drag at the door, overheard their entire conversation, and

was studying when her phone rang. It was a call from Xavier,

“Hey, Xavier,” she greeted.