Caitlin Christine Novels & Stories

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

the Grand Duke said, I went back to my kingdom, then went to father’s office. “Your highness,” someone said from behind me. She has blonde hair and golden brown eyes. I guess that she is that impostor. “Who might you be?” I asked her. “I am Clementine Rose Westernia, the princess of the Westernian Empire,” she said as she curtsied. “Greetings to the star of the Westernian Empire, I am Crowned Prince Lucas Aidan,” I greeted her even though I know that she’s an impostor. “Where are you headed to?” she asked me.

The croissants he brought for breakfast were from here. The waitress showed me to my seat, and I ordered a few things off the menu while I waited for Mavy. A few minutes later, the bell dinged and in she walked. She wore brown high-waisted slacks with a black belt and she paired it with a long velvet turtle neck. Her hair was up in a flawless bun. She looks just like her brother. I don’t know how I didn’t see it right away. She smiled when she saw me and I saw Shane’s dimple. I stood up and hugged her when she got to the table.

She must have fallen asleep writing. She could see the sunlight streaming in through the window. Had she slept like that all night? Caitlin looked up and saw a pretty girl, maybe 17, standing over her, less than a foot away, looking down. She was struck by the girl’s beauty, and her presence. Her skin was a very pale shade of translucent white, her hair was a light brown, and her eyes, large and shining, were a shade of blue. The girl was smiling wide, and her entire demeanor exuded a feeling of happiness and joy.

That’s not my business. I glance at Christine, who watches me, confused. I smile to reassure her. “Now that I’ve taken away her foundation, she’s trying to rebrand herself through the King’s Empire. I’m sure whatever she has on Sabrina must be powerful enough to push her into doing something as insane as transferring shares.” I rise from my seat. “Cynthia is really trying too hard to prove how unstoppable she is, isn’t she?”

Christine. With this lead, I had an investigator dig deeper and finally uncovered Christine’s whereabouts. After receiving the money, she changed her name to Kate Blanchett and settled with her only son in a small town in West Volta. I made the trip myself to confront her. When I found her, now calling herself Kate, she outright denied her identity. She knew that admitting to her past would make her an accomplice, so no matter how much I tried—reasoning, pleading, even veiled threats—she insisted she was just Kate and claimed to have no knowledge of Mary or Xavier.

I inquired, noting the shift in his facial expression. He hesitated for a second before replying, "An old acquaintance, Caitlyn Laurent, is proposing a collaboration on the upcoming art wing." Caitlyn Laurent—a renowned art curator and, as whispered in certain circles, one of Xavier's former flames. Feigning nonchalance, I replied."That sounds like a significant opportunity." Xavier nodded, but his gaze searched mine, perhaps seeking a reaction I refused to display. The days that followed were a test of my patience. Caitlyn arrived with an air of sophistication that turned heads and commanded attention. Her interactions with Xavier were professional, yet I couldn't help but feel strange.

The tingles shooting through my body had Aura in a fit of her wolf-like purrs. "Well good morning Alpha, Luna," I heard a familiar sweet voice from behind me. Tate was looking past me with a smile picking up the corners of his lips. I cocked my head back so I could look at the culprit. "Morning Christine," I greeted politely, not one bit embarrassed by the position she found us in. The older woman's wrinkled face lit up at the sight of Tate and I together. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Tate asked kindly. Christine grinned wider, her hazel eyes twinkling with wonder. "I was just coming in here to clean up, but uh, it looks like you and the Luna are....busy."

He whispered back a little bit loudly. “Ok, Ok Ian, come here. We shouldn’t tire her.” The young woman came in front of us and took Ian from me. She was very beautiful; about my height, with black raven hair and light green eyes. Ian’s hair was black like hers, but his eyes were a little darker. She extended her hand. “I am Christianna Keaton, nice to meet you…” She stopped mid-track. I swear she wanted to address me as Luna, too, but she didn’t know if she should or not. She glanced at David, who was shaking his head.

When she offered it to him, Leah took it from her and shook her head. "Alan does not take martini," she said and took a glass from another tray. "He takes lemon flavored tonic water," she said and passed the glass with a wink. "Thanks, Leah," Alan said and planted another peck. That was it. Christine walked away and stood beside one of the other men. "Well, who is this gorgeous?" one of them asked in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear and turn their attention to Christine. "I'm Christine McAlister. Personal Assistant to President Alan Walker," she answered coyly.