to say her motherâs command made the faux blonde tense up was understandable . teaching herself from a young age that she must never take shit from anyone is rendered obsolete when under veronicaâs gaze . all blair could do was roll her eyes and hope no follow-up comment occurs . eyebrows raise high on her forehead and a sigh falls from her lips once veronica corrected her . of course she did , when has she missed an opportunity ? emerald gaze shoots up at the older demontfort , not sure of she was searching for approval that for once she did not bite back or simply to remind herself how distant she was from the woman that birthed her . heck , she even went as far as to bleach her hair blonde for the sake of direfficiating herself from her parents . but no matter how hard she wanted not to care , not to feel the pinch in her chest when veronica kept nit-picking every little thing , she still did but chose to ignore it . taking her glass from the counter , the blonde raised it up to clink it with her momâs before taking a sip . â funny you should say that , when i vaguely remember you telling me i spend too much ? â a jab while eyebrows still stay high on her forehead and her flute was again raised up to let blair take a rather large sip of champagne . it was like she intentionally wanted to provoke a fight with a woman , to see any emotion other than indifference . â you know , i actually couldâve been a shrink . like , you see â iâm getting a vision now .. â not being able to control her own tendencies to drive anyone who made her feel small insane , blair squeeze her eyes shut and presses her index finger to her temple . â i see us .. fighting in approximately two minutes ! âÂ
    the woman couldnât remember the last time she had relaxed. blair was right, she was on edge and had been for quite some time; some days it was more noticeable than others but the demontfort matriarch was cracking and it didnât take observers that long to notice. she had been a formidable figure, one people feared and respected but now she felt like it was all gone. past regrets were all too easy to come by. should she have stuck with her fatherâs company instead of going to university? for all she knew she could have ended up with the same mess. her father couldnât have been clean, in many senses, nor did he pretend to be when he was alive. veronica had always wanted to be successful and now that wasnât possible for her. how did christopher find out facts she had gone out of her way to bury? if he knew, who was to say he was the only one with the information... it really worried her and she didnât have a solution. âiâm not in the mood, blair.â she was trying to set up a connversation but one thing she had noticed was that blair liked to disagree with everything sheâd say; she couldnât win. âdo you know what? fuck you. iâm trying to have an adult conversation with you.â blair knew how to push her and while she was still standing, veronica didnât know how long she could keep it together. âget your head out of your entitled ass. iâm assuming you complain to those air headed friends of yours about how i suck, and youâre allowed to think so, but do not waste my time when iâm attempting to spend time with you with your attitude.â her words were harsh but she wasnât going to lie down and take it.
   stopping in her step with a confused expression on her face , blair decided to wait out and hear what her mother had to say before she replies . in all honesty , there was nothing more the heir wanted than to have a close connection with her parents . however , years of neglect and christopherâs mysterious passing seemed to create a gap between blair and her mother too big to be filled up with champagne and forgotten about . stepping slowly towards the older demontfort , like a careful man approaching a lion - the blonde was not sure what to expect . knowing her relationship with the woman who gave her life , she was expecting everything . â do i have a right to decline the offer ? â she stupidly asks , knowing the answer to said question before the question was even asked . after all , blairâs chronic inability to take no for an answer , seemed to be inherited from veronica herself . so she was familiar with the condition . setting her purse on the kitchen isle , the blonde drags a barstool closer , so she can sit comfortably in it , despite the situation being far from that . â you seem tensed up . â she notes , letting her chin rest in the palm of her right hand .Â
   veronica was running with little energy. although christopher was gone and she could now sleep, it didnât mean her worries had subsided. she was worried about how much her marriage was draining her, the amount of worry that surrounded working for a business involved in illegal activity and how her general mood was affecting her family. she had made plenty of wrong decisions and she was taking it upon herself to impose blame. the woman hated not being in control but that control had only been an illusion that she tightly gripped with both hands. she wanted out. âsit.â she glared towards blair who always gave her attitude; she could have got it from her but that didnât mean she accepted it. frowning as she opened the bottle of champagne, she proceeded to pour the liquid into the two glasses. âstating people are tense makes them tense, blair.â she sighed before taking a drink. veronica knew her family history and was afraid she was falling into the same pattern but she did it anyway. her father was dead and she didnât know where her mother was, if she was still alive or not. the thought of her children wondering that about herself terrified her. âyouâre a shrink now? just enjoy the finer things in life.â she gestured towards the champagne. blair liked to push her and while the young woman was justified in doing that, veronica felt like her elastic was starting to be pulled too far.
    dealing with unprofessional dancers and sebastianâs whining has squeezed the last drop of tolerance for human existence out of balirâs very soul . all she wanted right now , while she was catwalking into the manor the demontforts called home was a glass of champagne and a quiet cigarette or two by the backyard pool . yet , right when entering the spacious kitchen , she catches glare of the last person she wished would stumble upon tonight . quick to turn on her heel , the faux blonde wanted out of the awkward conversation that was about to follow but a sigh fell from her lips as she slowed down her pace before stopping in her step completely . â mother .. â she greets coldly , deciding champagne was more important than her own fragile ego right now . â do you mind ? â she announces her intention to walk past the older woman , aiming solely for the glass cabinet .
    veronica did blame herself for blairâs actions. she had not been present after being overwhelmed and while some women could just work through it, she wasnât one of them. it had been too much and she had been too fair along the line to reiterate her discomfort. she loved her children but if they didnât feel loved by her, she had failed and she wasnât used to it. veronica caught onto the fact that blai was eyeing up the alcohol stock, she was her daughter after all. veronica sighed and went over to the cabinet, taking out two flute glasses before taking out a bottle. âinteresting how you ask me that question when youâve interrupted my peace so letâs call it even. you can have one drink with me, out of choice, seen as iâm the one who pays for this shit.â she couldnât go for a few minutes without cursing. veronica did love her daughter, she wanted to make things right and thought that this could be a chance for her to do so.
hi, itâs elle with one of my two muses, veronica jean demontfort. i canât wait to play her in this group !
iâve been keeping a close eye on VERONICA , JEAN , DEMONTFORT lately . by all means , iâve started to notice the striking resemblance between her and constance zimmer , but something sparked my interest more . as it turns out - the demontfort family have indeed tried their best to tuck away veronica âs  controlling tendencies , but it only seems to bring out her abrasiveness more . according to close confidants , on rare occasions , she can be humorous , last time they saw this side of her was , and i quote - âON HER FIFTIETH BIRTHDAYâ . but most shocking of all , seems to be the fact that ever since i dug deeper in her life , i somehow couldnât shake the image of a grand collection of tequila, long-line coats, pencil skirts, inappropriate laughter, dedicating her time to keeping things buried, frequented cursing when things fail to go her way, a judgemental stare over her glasses frame & deleting emails without reading them out of my head .
despite preconceived notions about veronica and her familyâs riches, she did not grow up full rich. she grew up in seattle, born veronica zellman james, her mother was her fatherâs former secretary and her father a big ceo of a telecoms company. the two never had any more childen because she was unwanted in the first place. her mother was flighty and her father chose either work ot alcohol and drugs over her every time so it was up to veronica to make sure she got what she needed.
from a young age she had been forced into a resourceful mindset and stepped in to fill her own parental role. her parents would fight, her mother would leave and not come back for weeks, her father would succumb to his vices and eventually her mother would return. this was a cycle that kicked in like clockwork so it was one that was far too played out.
she got her first job at thirteen because she wanted money for herself so she could leave without any hesitation. they didnât check up on her school work so it was a good job that she was self-motivated. her parents were getting worse as the years went on and the little sympathy that she had for them slowly vanished; they were making life so much harder for her. she wasnât supposed to be their counsel or support, they were meant to be hers.
veronica adopted a harsh exterior, one that was always on the defensive side to make sure she stayed on top of things and grabbed opportunites. when she was seventeen, her father passed away and the company stocks and all his savings went to her. her mother had been m.i.a. for quite some time and it wasnât like she was written in his will to begin with. automatically made a billionnaire overnight, she would be quick to sell her shares of the company for a hefty sum to distance herself from it all.
the girl was upset that he was gone and that heâd never be able to make it up to her. veronica had always felt that he would snap out of spiralling constantly and try his best to step into his fatherly role but that was never going to happen now. she did try to reach out to her mother but the woman rarely responded and when she did, she wanted money from her. that was shut down immediately. some would call that heartless but the woman didnât deserve her help; she had helped her enough throughout her short life time.
she had always had an aptitude for languages; she was near fluent in spanish and french by fourteen. veronica would go on to major in spanish and minor in arabic at berkeley. she never had any intention of becoming a translator but she believed that she had a lot of transferrable skills for jobs in business. although she was abrasive, she could be charasmatic if she wanted to.
veronica met father demontfort at the time she was at berkeley and for her to say that it was love at first sight was a lie. almost a romantic comedy, she didnât like the entitled rich boy that thought he had one up on her. veronica was intelligent and would reject him until he was willing to accept him as an equal. her interest peaked when heâd mention the family business and she did want to be involved. she was ready to take on responsibility that she had dodged in the past by selling her shares and she had more than enough money to finance developments and expansions they talked about.
she had never been in love with father demontfort and hadnât been in love with anyone before that. she would be the type to sleep with people and not get attached but she became attached when theyâd plan together; âworld dominationâ was what they called it. an onlooker would tell you that they were a toxic pair and would have compared them to the macbethâs. veronica was described as having âmasculineâ traits as she was forceful in her own right and did curse more than a âladyâ should but she didnât care about that. abrasive moments could be fixed by a smile.
it was a shock to her when she found out she was pregnant for the first time. veronica had never dreamed of having a family; she was too focused on work and it wasnât like she had any good role models for parenting. she wasnât going to go through with it but father demontfort found out she was pregnant and was insistent that it helped with the image purpose and that theyâd be great parents. veronica was extremely worried about it but she felt like she couldnât voice her concerns; father demontfort and the business was all she had and she wasnât willing to part with it.
she did love madeline when she was born, that was no question. while veronica didnât dismiss her doubts completely, she did want to give her the absolute world. however, she quickly became overwhelmed when the two others came along. it was too much for her and she felt herself crumbling. it was foreign territory for her because she was meant to be a winner and that wasnât happening with her being a mother. that was when the revolving door of nannies came into play.
veronica wouldnât be able to pin point when the scheming came into full force but it was caused by them being so competitive with each other. the woman wasnât clean herself as her resourcefulness came into play and covering up the illegal activity was her idea. she hadnât been aware that the company was operating by those means but took it upon herself to clean everything up. it leaded her to start to resent her husband and the bickering began.
the two of them tried to keep it away from the children but they couldnât help but take little digs at each other. it was concerning when their tensions was picked up by one of their acquaintenance at a gala and noting in monterey stayed a secret - people loved to start rumours and their marriage seemed to be a hot topic.
being pragmatic, veronica suggested the publicity stunts such as the family meals out with cameras, a spread in a magazine about âhaving it all and maintaining happinessâ. it was a bunch of bullshit but at this point, bullshit was veronicaâs middle name. she didnât care about charity but would find herself organising many charity galas to clear rumours of dirty money; veronica was good at cleaning up messes she helped to create. she definitely had an issue with control and always assumed responsibility to fix things and then proceeded to be angry that no one else had volunteered to do it.
the woman wasnât happy but she was putting on a stellar act. she doesnât feel like a person anymore and what she has canât be considered a family. her children dislike each other and she feels partly responsible for that. she did push them hard because she never had anyone do that for her but perhaps she had gone in too hard. she has started drinking a little more these days and is scared of becoming her father. veronica also feels like she canât express her concerns to anyone, not even her husband. monterey gossip travels too fast and she doesnât trust any of the women in her circle.
christopher matthew was a threat to everything, especially when he was trying to discredit everything they had ever done. there were some underlying issues but that didnât mean she hadnât achieved anything. it made veronica paranoid about where he was getting this information as every time she would sue, the case would be dropped because something else would be threatened to uncover. this was something she couldnât control and that was difficult for her to accept. her worry was making her physically ill. she didnât want this. she thought about moving her money into another bank account and leaving monterey but that would have made her just like her mother and she wasnât to know what would be said in her absence.
veronica was constantly defensive as she was so worried and it caused her to snap at her family. she was supposed to be very successful but her ambition has landed her in a mess that she doesnât know how to clean up.
she would be lying if she said she didnât feel relieved to hear of christopherâs death. it left a weight off her but some problems still remained. veronica still wants out, of the family and the business but doesnât feel like she can handle the fall out.
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