After being accused of killing her father, Catalina Gomez proves her innocence of the crime. She thinks everything will be back to normal. But as soon as she comes out of hell, her world is shattered by her adopted sister and husband’s betrayal. Her life became ‘one against the world’. She lost everything... Everything. Everyone knew her as a murderer. Everyone insulted and pointed fingers at her. Everyone looked at her with disgust. But one man stands behind her and changes everything. Dante Marcellos… when did you become my new husband? Between love and lie… the truth unfolds. Will her heart be prepared for this?
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‘The number you have dialed is out of coverage area. Please try–’ I press the end button and throw my phone on the table with a sigh. Only five minutes are left before midnight, and James, my husband, is still not home. He wasn't answering his phone earlier, and now it seems his phone was turned off. "Is he that busy?" Or... Did he forget it? My heart throbbed as my thumb played with my wedding ring. It was our wedding anniversary, but he didn't greet me. I was disappointed when I woke up this morning without him by my side. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared down at the three pregnancy kits placed on the table. Yeah, it has two lines… It's positive… I'm pregnant. But I don't know how to tell James. We didn't talk for a week because we had a misunderstanding. My fingers fidgeted as the word ‘mother’ kept rummaging in my head. My mother left me when I was 8, and now... I'm becoming one. Will James be glad about it? He will, right? I will become a good, I mean, great mother, right? I was startled when my phone suddenly rang. I immediately answer it without looking at the screen, thinking it's my husband. “James? When are you coming home–” “Catalina.” My brows were wrinkled by the somber tone of a familiar voice before looking at the screen. It's Mondo, my father's secretary for ten years. I scratched the back of my neck as I sighed in disappointment. “What's up, Uncle Mondo?” I'm not sure why he called me at this hour, though. “Yo-Your father…” He stammered. “He's not here. Can't you reach him?" I annoyingly replied. I am not really in the mood to have a chit-chat with him right now– “He's gone.” “Gone where?” I gaze at the wall clock and only feel sad and frustrated seeing that it's already past twelve– “Catalina…” I paused when he let out a deep and heavy breath, causing me to do the same but with impatience. “Uncle Mondo–” “Your father is dead.” *** The clouds dressed up for the funeral as well, as if they were also grieving the loss of my father. The sky turned black, and rain started showering until it became heavily tiring. I could feel the raindrops hitting his gravestone as if they were hurling massive, sharp boulders at me. I cried a river of tears for days. My heart feels like it's carrying the weight of the entire world. It felt like someone had taken my soul and destroyed it in front of my eyes. I sat here, lost in time, watching the sun drift across the sky as the moon started to rise and everyone else left. I have never felt such sorrow as feeling death. I see his face just as I did before. I hear his voice calling me. I feel his touch in the breeze. I stayed in front of the tombstone of my beloved father for hours. Tears streamed out of my eyes as I pulled my knee against my chest. I feel like I'm all alone now. My mother left me. Dad is no longer on my side. And James…. was ignoring me for days, not even attempting to comfort me. But I understand him since he was busy taking care of the company. Now that Dad's position is vacant. He needs to fill it in for now. I'm not ready to take over the company. I just can't. Not now. Not this time. Uncle Mondo found Dad’s lifeless body in his bedroom. Why? Why did this happen all of a sudden? I didn't see him until his last breath. I didn't visit him while he was still alive. I didn't stay with him during his hard times. The police are still investigating my father's death, and here I am, impatient to know what the hell happened to him. I decided to stay a night in my Dad's home to check on someone because she didn't attend our father's last moments. But before I opened the front door, a familiar car arrived behind me. The man came out from the driver's seat and made my eyes welled up again. It's my husband, worries plastered through his eyes. “Catalina.” “J-James…” My voice trembled as I caressed my stomach. I reached him, but he held my wrists to stop me from getting closer to him. “Where's Fiona?” My confused eyes reach him. Is he not here because he's worried about me? A tear streamed down my cheek as I painfully stared at his eyes. Those concerned gazes were not for me. My fingers clenched as my chest was stabbed with a knife by the fact he was more worried about his best friend, who was my adopted sister… than me, his wife. A loud crash from upstairs disturbed the silence in the whole mansion. James sprinted upstairs without a word, leaving me speechless at his action. What's up with him? Why did he care too much about Fiona? The fact that they have been best friends since college doesn't mean he needs to shove me off and forget that I'm in pain, too. I wiped off the tears on my face and followed him, and I found him comforting the hysterical Fiona on the floor. “DAD! DAD IS GONE, JAMES!” “Calm down…” The way he tenderly embraced her and whispered calming words to her made me feel even more jealous. I hate the scene. It made my heart torn apart. I slowly close the door as I hold my sob until I reach my father's bedroom. I'm also in pain, James. I also lost my father. I'm the biological daughter, so I'm in more deep pain than her. Why only comfort your best friend, James, and not me? I want to scream just like Fiona did. I want to cry my heart out. I want to get James' attention… just like she did. But... I don't need to do those things just to get his attention, right? He loves me, doesn't he? That's what he said and swore before we got married. I wept silently with bitter tears of jealousy, disappointment, and emptiness in my father's room until I fell asleep. *** I woke up when my back was hit by the door. The maid was startled and immediately apologized for accidentally hitting me. I got up and was about to ignore her, but she said the police were downstairs and looking for me. Maybe they have the lead about Dad's death, so I hurriedly ran downstairs and met a few police officers with Fiona and James. However, the glare that James was giving me made me confused all of a sudden. Is he… angry? "Catalina Gomez-Ruiz?" My attention was immediately diverted to a police officer. "Y-Yes?” He suddenly handcuffed my wrists, causing me to freeze. “You're under arrest for murdering Morgan Gomez.” My eyes widened in horror. Wh-What?! Before I could even react, police officers dragged me to the door. I seek help from my husband and sister, but... Seeing him wearing those smirks wrecks my heart.CATALINA A dashing Dante Marcellos, holding a wine while wearing a profound face, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.Why is he everywhere?!Before Luhan could even talk back to him, I pulled Dante by his wrist and away from the eyes of those people who knew about us.Well, I guess no individual didn't know Dante and his relationship with me.I let him go when we reached the balcony and I hastily closed the door. Abby was waiting inside while guarding the door.“What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed, frustrated that he really came here after what happened with him and Mr. Yu.“I arranged this party just to see you.”“WHAT?!”A smirk flits across his face, indicating he's just messing with me.Damn, he almost gave me a heart attack. I anxiously ran my hands through my hair as I leaned against the railings while letting out a sigh. Just then, a chilly breeze made me wrap my arms around myself and tighten my coat. I totally forgot it's freaking cold outside.I suddenly felt Dante’
CATALINAI softly moaned as soon as the hawthorn fruit coated in rock sugar invaded my mouth and a soft and sweet flavor melted on my tongue. Crunchy and sweet on the outside but soft and tart on the inside. “What is this?”“Tanghulu.” I raised my gaze at the man who was sitting in the opposite seat. It was Luhan Wang.He's been there since I sat here while I was devouring my own food. It's annoying that he did not leave me alone.Don't tell me he took Catherine’s words seriously.“Don't believe her words. She's just drunk.”With a sigh, I pick up a bun that has yellow filling inside. I don't know what this is, but I think it will taste good–“We never know.”My brow raised at Luhan. What does he mean by we never know?“I will not get married again. I've had enough and am so done with it.”I rolled my eyes and was about to eat the bun, but his next words made me lose my appetite.“What if it works out this time?”I cursed at him through my death glare. “What the fuck?”He smiles smu
CATALINA“I saw you with Catherine taking off earlier. Where have you been?” Mr. Yu asked as soon as I closed the door of his, I think, study room.With a scowl, I face him, comfortably on the couch and light a cigarette. I stared at him, confused by his query.Why is he asking me about that?“You can ask your wife regarding that matter, sir.” I firmly responded and leaned against the door.I don't have plans to sit and have a chit-chat with him. There are still more important things I should work on today.He scoffed as his gaze on me became stern and cold. “This is my second and last time to ask you. Where did you go?”He's kind of intimidating. His fingers tapping on the armchair caught my attention. He seems impatient, seeking the answer he wanted.But why can't he just ask his wife about it?“Shopping,” I lied instead. “You didn't bring any paper bags with you.”Shrugging my shoulders, I crossed my arms over my chest and reasoned, “I couldn't find anything pretty.”His jaw clen
CATALINAKill him?My eyes darkened at the man. He had a huge gash cut across his cheek, one eye swollen shut, and a mosaic of blue and purple bruises on his face.He hung heavily with a rope around his wrists, gasping for breath, blood trickling from his mouth and wounds.He looks unrecognizable, but I figure out who he is through his skull tattoo on his left chest.“Kill the person who killed your baby, Catalina.”James…My hands curled tightly and firmly, smoldering with resentment as rage thrummed through my veins.The fury and pain came back, and without a word, I took hold of the gun, aiming it at James.This is what I was supposed to do if I found out who was responsible for my baby's death. I want him to feel the pain and sorrow I experienced when he took the innocent life from me.“Ma'am–”“Shut up.”Catherine stops Abby from interrupting.“You don't have to do this–”“I said shut up, Black woman!”“Remember who you are.”My finger trembles at the trigger. “If you won't shut
CATALINA“Does she really have to be with you all the time?”Catherine’s comment about Abby tagging along with us made me roll my eyes in disbelief. “Yes. She’s my air, so I can't live without her.” I uttered lazily and looked at her with a serious face. “Really,” I continued firmly, trying to hide my laugh at her reaction.She groans as she looks away, shaking her head. Obviously, she didn't take my joke.I know she doesn't want Abby with me all the time, but that's one of my conditions for agreeing to come with her here in China.I take a glance at Abby behind me. She looks uncomfortable, sitting beside the man who has been chewing his gum for an hour now.“So, where are you taking me? You're not going to bury me ten feet below the ground just because I talked back to you, right?”We're in an SUV with Catherine, her two armed men, and a driver. I'm not sure where we're heading. However, I don't feel nervous at all.It's not that I trust her. Because I know she hasn't used me yet an
CATALINAAbby and I exchanged glances, nervous about what to say to the kid who might have heard us. He won't tattle it to his mother or father, right? That would be the end of us.“C-Chen. Hi.” I started and smiled widely as I strode to him.He obediently sat on the bed with a faint smile before looking down at his lap. He’s a shy type of guy and I hope he’s also the type of kid who won't accidentally tell his parents about what he has seen or heard around here.I squatted and leveled my face at him. “Why are you here?”He quietly fidgeted with his fingers, avoiding my gaze. Don't tell me he has seen that scene in the living room.“What's wrong?” I softly asked and slowly, his hand reached his stomach. “Are you hungry?” When he slowly nodded, I finally sighed in relief. “Come on, let's have breakfast.”Abby followed us behind as we headed to the dining room. It was already clean. I instructed Abby to tell the servants to prepare the child’s breakfast. Abby knows how to speak Mandari
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