Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE REMARRIED HEIRESS : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

CATALINAI twisted the knob slowly. I winced when it made a soft click. I was amused that she did not lock her door, or maybe she had forgotten because she was fuming when she found out her two prisoners escaped.The door creaked as I pushed it open enough to slip through. I held my breath, my pulse pounding with tension as I stepped into the room.I was greeted by an oasis of calm, with an air of understated elegance. The color palette is soft and neutral, dominated by shades of warm taupes and gentle grays, creating a serene atmosphere. The room feels calm, sophisticated, and meticulously curated with no clutter or excess, just an intentional sense of luxury and timeless design.Literal Catherine Yu, except for the calm.I moved toward the desk, my eyes scanning the room in the low light. The drawer, slightly ajar, beckoned me. My fingers trembled as I slid it open with my heart hammering against my chest. The contents inside were simple: papers, a few old books, and nothing out o

CATALINAMy eyes widened, disbelieving, and fixed on his dark, metallic, and long gun. It was pointed straight at us. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to scream, to do something, but I was frozen. My heart hammered against my chest as I firmly shut my eyes when Mr. Wang yelled something I couldn't apprehend, probably repeating his words in Mandarin.“Wángxiānshēng, nǐ zài shuō shénme?” Catherine asked with her trembling voice.(What are you saying, Mr. Wang?)So, he's talking about Mr. Yu.Mr. Wang charged at us, blood drained from my face, leaving my skin cold and clammy. He threw his gun somewhere and clutched his hard, heavy hand to Catherine’s face, pressing harshly to her cheeks.All I could do was stare at them and at the people inside who seemed not to care about the scenario in front of them and the commotion outside as if the war had begun.Gunshots echo in the air, followed by another, closer this time. My head snapped towards the window, every muscle in my body tensin

DANTEThe flickering blue and red of emergency lights painted the grimy mansion in stark, unsettling strokes. Dawn was still hours away, but the night's chaos had left its indelible mark. Uniformed officers moved grimly, their faces tight with exhaustion and the lingering scent of stale blood and gunpowder. Yellow crime scene tape crisscrossed the gate, a fragile barrier against the lingering horror. Forensic technicians, cloaked in white, knelt over a third of their flashlights and spent casings that littered the pavement. Nearby, a patrol car's trunk was open, revealing a growing pile of confiscated weapons, a glinting machete, guns, and several knives. Body bags were disturbingly still, lying on the ground. Mr. Yu was found dead. Catherine and the Triad's leader, Wang Jinxing escaped. Ryan's colleague followed Lina and Luhan, but they lost sight of them.“Mr. Marcellos, I couldn't believe you're involved with this,” Mr. Arnold commented. He really flew here to take care of this

CATALINAThe gates sealed shut behind me with a final, resonant clang. A sound that, in its cold certainty, felt more like a sentence than an arrival. A sharp coil of fear twisted inside me, but I swallowed it, forcing my breath to remain steady. Panic was useless here.The drive had been long, too long, the roads unraveling behind me like threads severed from everything familiar. Civilization had faded mile by mile, like the diminishing glow of a dying lantern, until only wilderness remained. And now, here I was.The mansion loomed ahead, sprawling and severe, its silhouette bruising the sky like a wound. It was grand, almost palatial, yet every inch felt built to contain rather than welcome. It should have dazzled and commanded awe, but all I felt was the chill creeping into my bones.Luhan stood at the entrance, waiting. He had the stillness of a man accustomed to control, and it infuriated me, the ease with which he occupied space as if I were just another acquisition. The weigh

CATALINAI knocked over the glass with my hand, shattering the delicate porcelain and the comfortable silence of the early morning. The clatter echoed in the sudden void that opened up inside me.Luhan, who had been calmly staring at me just moments before, looked up, his brow furrowed with concern. My gaze was fixed on him, who had just delivered the words that irrevocably cleaved my life into a before and an after. The way he said it, it wasn’t a mistake.“Catherine… my aunt… she’s my mother?”The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. It was a cruel, impossible riddle. I had those thoughts before, but… I didn't expect it to be true.‘The Catherine right now doesn't exist.’My head spun as Mr. Yu's remarks the other day replayed in a new, distorted light. The porcelain shards on the floor glinted, reflecting the sudden, blinding realization. Catherine approached me, stole her sister's identity, and made me believe her false story.The entire story was a lie, constructed on