The door slammed as Catherine stormed into the penthouse, her heels echoing like gunshots against the marble floor. Her chest rose and fell with rage. Her phone was blowing up — not just messages, but trending hashtags:#CarterWedding#CatherineForgiveHim#TheOneTrueCoupleAll lies.And James? He was playing the perfect role. His face was on every news outlet. He had become the nation’s groom — the poor, heartbroken billionaire fighting for the love of his life.What was she supposed to do now?If she denied it, she’d be painted as cruel.If she stayed quiet, she’d be married in months.She opened her phone. Her mother had posted a photo from their childhood with the caption:“Some love stories are just meant to be. 💍”Catherine was spiraling.And then…Another notification.A video this time.Her hands froze. Her throat tightened.It was Elijah.Live.Standing outside The Hale Foundation Charity Event, which she was conveniently not invited to this year.He wore a black suit and no
“Welcome back to Society Scoop Live! Tonight’s guest needs no introduction — heir to the Carter Group, the nation’s most eligible bachelor, and the man at the center of what’s being called The Royal Romance of the Decade…”Catherine’s hand clenched the remote as James Carter’s smirking face appeared on the massive flatscreen in her living room.He wore a charcoal suit and a white shirt with the top button artfully undone. Clean-shaven. Dimples on full display. The lighting made him glow like a saint.“I didn’t come here to clear my name,” James began, chuckling softly. “I came to speak my truth.”Catherine rolled her eyes.The host swooned. “You’ve been trending non-stop. Is it true you and Catherine Hale are officially tying the knot?”He hesitated. Just enough to seem sincere. Then gave a small, heartbreaking smile.“I wouldn’t say officially yet,” he said. “She’s… been going through a lot. And I don’t blame her for wanting space. But I love her. I’ve always loved her. Our wedding i
Catherine’s house was quiet. Not peaceful—never peaceful—but hollow, like something had been removed and never replaced.It wasn’t just the media scandal anymore.It was the people who used to claim they loved her.Her parents had gone silent. Her mother hadn’t replied to a single call. Her father’s assistant answered instead, telling her he was “too disappointed” to speak.Even her aunt, the one who used to sneak her cookies and secrets as a child, had left her last message on “read.”All because of a photo.All because she dared to want someone not approved by the Carters.She curled up on her bed, phone resting on her chest, replaying Elijah’s voice message from a few nights ago. He hadn’t said much. But the ache in his voice had said everything.And yet… he hadn’t come back.She blinked up at the ceiling, wondering how many more nights she’d have to cry without an answer.⸻Elijah wasn’t sleeping either.His mind was wired, lips tight, knuckles bruised from hitting his steering wh
Catherine stood frozen, a silk robe barely clinging to her trembling frame, heart hammering like a war drum.James’s mother—Margaret Cater—stood still in the doorway, the icy judgment in her eyes more scalding than any slap. James, too stunned to speak, stared at her with something between horror and disgust.Catherine wanted to disappear.“I knew you were reckless,” Margaret finally said, voice as sharp as broken glass, “but I didn’t expect you to humiliate my son like this. Is this how you plan to thank us? By turning our family into a mockery?”“Get out,” Catherine whispered. Her voice cracked, but it was the only dignity she had left. “Both of you. Now.”But Margaret didn’t budge. “You think we’ll let this slide? Your parents may be turning a blind eye, but the public won’t. This is what you offer before marriage? Disgusting.”James finally blinked. His jaw clenched, but instead of exploding, he turned cold. “You’re going to marry me, Catherine. After this? You have no choice.”He
Catherine didn’t know what made her call him.Maybe it was the photo.Maybe it was the way the letter still sat beneath her pillow like a truth she wasn’t ready to face fully.Or maybe it was just that she missed him—rawly, desperately, in the way people weren’t supposed to miss someone who’d already broken them.She waited for the ringing to stop, her heartbeat syncing with each pulse on the line.Then, Elijah’s voice.Low. Hoarse. Quiet.“Catherine.”It was like the world inhaled.She didn’t speak at first. Just closed her eyes and let his voice sink into her skin.“I wasn’t expecting this,” he said. “But I’m not hanging up.”“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered. “I just… needed you.”“I’m here,” he said, and those two words hit harder than they should have.A pause stretched. Too heavy. Too charged.“Elijah,” she breathed, her voice trembling, “do you ever think about it?”He knew what she meant.“Every night.”Her hand slipped under the hem of her oversized shirt.“I don’t
The hotel room was cheap. Anonymous. Safe — or at least, safe enough for someone trying to disappear.Catherine had barely slept. The smell of the room clung to the sheets, and the distant hum of traffic outside the window buzzed louder than her thoughts. She hadn’t eaten. She hadn’t called anyone. She hadn’t even looked in the mirror since the night she’d tried to burn her entire life to the ground.She curled up in the scratchy armchair, knees pulled to her chest. The news had slowed for now, but she knew better — scandals didn’t die. They went quiet to reload.A knock at the door startled her.She didn’t move.Another knock, softer this time.Then silence.She crept to the peephole. No one.Cautiously, she opened the door.Nothing — except for a plain white envelope on the floor.She picked it up slowly, hands trembling before she even saw the name on the back.“Catherine.”Elijah’s handwriting.She closed the door behind her like the world might sneak in. Then sat on the bed and s