Novel & Cerita Catherine Coulter

ISABELLA Catherine Hale doesn’t walk into a room, she occupies it as a hostile occupying force. Three days before the wedding, Luca's personal attorney arrives at the garment district warehouse. She is a striking woman in her late fifties, with sharp silver hair cut into a severe bob and an impeccably tailored charcoal suit. She’s the kind of lawyer who only smiles when she’s about to completely destroy someone's life on paper. We sit across from each other at the heavy steel table in the surveillance suite.

“This is a mess. A dangerous one. Her mother isn’t just a threat to Lexi; she’s a threat to anyone remotely connected to her. Including you.” I didn’t need him to remind me. Catherine Hale was no ordinary woman. Ruthless, calculated, and utterly devoid of conscience. A woman like that didn’t just disappear for years without a plan. She was waiting, watching, and now, it seemed, making her move. “We need to neutralize her,” I said finally, my voice cold. Étienne raised an eyebrow. “Neutralize? Is that the new polite term for getting rid of someone?” I ignored his sarcasm. “I’m not letting her get anywhere near Lexi. And I’m not going to sit back and wait for her to make the first move.”

message every time. He rushed to her apartment, where the landlord told him a young man had helped her move out and end her lease three days prior. It was only then that the reality hit him. He collapsed to the floor and called the police. But Victoria's plan had been meticulous. Every trace was wiped clean. Although Interpol issued a warrant for her arrest, finding a calculated con artist on a planet of billions was like finding a needle in a haystack. The final blow was that with its accounts emptied, Alex Fashion's cash flow was completely severed.

"Catherine Cross spent twenty years building criminal networks, corrupting government officials, and recruiting assets like Derek Thompson and Rose Miller specifically to destroy Richard Sterling's family the same way her family was destroyed." I studied surveillance footage showing Catherine Walsh meeting with Rose Miller, Victoria Sterling, and other people who had been involved in attacks against Ophelia over the past three years. "Jake, if Catherine has been planning this revenge operation since 1998, that means she's been monitoring and manipulating Sterling family members for decades. Ophelia's entire adult life has been shaped by Catherine's interference." "Tyler, our investigation su

"That's not possible. You can't do both." "Marcus thought he could. Train children as weapons while believing he was preparing them for harsh realities. Maybe Catherine thinks the same way." Rousseau had been investigating Catherine quietly. She called with an update. "Catherine Chen is clean. Legally. No criminal record. No suspicious financial activity. She divorced Marcus twenty years ago. Moved to London. Became a successful therapist. Everything checks out." "Too clean?" "Maybe. But I can't find evidence of network involvement. If she's the twelfth Council member, she's hidden it perfectly."

She met my gaze, unblinking. Catherine closed the last, stood, and stretched, slow and feline. Her shirt rode up just enough to reveal the faint red marks on her hip from where my grip had bruised her during our fuck in the suite She caught me looking but didn’t smile. Just held my eyes a second longer than necessary before turning to Eve. “Servers are clean,” she said. “Hotel will hand over doctored files by morning. The Local police report is filed. Coroner’s preliminary days accidental death due to explosion.”

My thinking place. And found someone already there. Not Colt. Not Mae. Not anyone I expected. A stranger. Woman. Maybe fifty. Smoking a cigarette. Looking at the stars. "Who are you?" I demanded, hand moving to my gun. "Relax. I am not here to hurt you." She turned, and I saw her face. Weathered. Scarred. Familiar somehow. "My name is Catherine Bain. Marcus was my son." Every muscle in my body tensed. "How did you get in here?"

I looked at Victoria. “Who is that woman?” Before she could answer, Adrian’s phone rang. He listened for a few seconds, then looked at me. “Catherine Moore has been found.” “Where is she?” “She is at a private residence outside the city.” “Then let’s go.” Adrian hesitated. “There’s a problem. She has been under police protection for the past six months.” “Why?” He looked at the photograph in my hand. “Because she witnessed your father’s death.”

Mother asked, breaking the weird silence that had ensued. "The collector..." Catherine holds on to my hands and tightens. "...He knows I am here and that I am a she" She looks around us with her opaque eyes. "And if I know the collector as much as I think I do, he'd come seeking blood" "...why" "...what?" "...when?" It was like a sword sliced through the silence that had spellbound us as everyone began speaking all at once. "So what are we going to do?" Cathy's calculated voice pierced through the commotion

Valentina dialed a contact on her phone, and the person picked up on the very first ring. “Hello, who is this?” “It’s Valentina Knight, I need you to help me with something. I will text you the details.” She hung up even before the person could reply. She sent him a text and turned off her phone, a sinister smile creeping onto her face. “Catherine, you don’t know what’s coming for you.” She Climbed back into bed, and pulled the covers over herself. “I’ll just get a good night sleep, because tomorrow is going to be a great day for me.” She turned off her bedside lamp.