Catherine Coulter Novels & Stories

CATALINA Catherine sighed as she closed the document and threw it back on the table. She took her phone out of her pocket, calling someone. “Hey, honey.” She called Mr. Yu. “About Mr. Marcellos. It's sorted out.” She said with a wide smile. Why is she so happy that I'm not connected with Dante anymore? She put down her phone and strode to me. She held my arms, caressing them gently, and that gesture didn't warm me, but it gave me shivers. Her gleaming face was like she had something on her mind that I didn't like.

Two days after my conversation with Maria Rosetti, Diane Frost returned to my studio. This time she wasn't alone—she brought a laptop, a thick folder, and a woman I didn't recognize. "Bethany, this is Catherine Liu. She's a forensic accountant who's been helping me document Shaw's activities for the past fifteen years." Catherine was younger than Diane, maybe mid-fifties, with sharp eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses. She nodded at me but didn't smile.

"Liam, darling. It's been too long." Liam stood slowly, his expression shifting from confusion to recognition to something I couldn't quite identify. "Catherine." Catherine Sterling. The name hit me like a physical blow because I knew it—had seen it in the background check files, the ones Natasha had altered. Catherine Sterling: Liam's college girlfriend, the woman he'd dated before Sara, the one who'd "moved to London for work" five years ago and never looked back. Except she was here now, standing in our penthouse—my penthouse, I corrected mentally—looking at my husband like she had every right to reclaim him.

“I will Lily” I drove to Brighton Beach at noon, arriving early to scout. The restaurant was small, dimly lit, rough patrons. Margaret sat at a corner table, elegantly dressed, completely out of place. "Emily," she greeted warmly. "Thank you for coming. I ordered traditional Russian food. Alexei's favorites." "I'm not here for food. Talk." "Fine. Richard didn't act alone in Catherine's murder. He had help from someone with medical knowledge, hospital access, and motivation to want Catherine dead. Someone who

That small movement stopped him more effectively than any accusation could have. A sharp sound came from the monitor. Richard Hale had returned. “Wonderful,” he said. “We’re finally making progress.” Elena faced the screen. “You heard everything.” “Every word.” “Then you know what happened to my mother.” “I know what I saw. I also know what I arranged.” The room fell silent. Richard smiled faintly. “Dr. Cross was paid to keep Catherine quiet. She had discovered that the Blackwood accounts were being used to move money through shell companies. She was preparing to expose Victor, and she had enough evidence to implicate several people who believed themselves untouchable.”

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

It was a simple little cottage. Raven was just a simple girl working in a company, living in a small house from her earnings to the town. One day, that would change. One day, she'll move from the wretched Domsville, where every second was a risk. Nobody knows her as RD, except for her crew. Nobody knows anything about the murderer except for the fact that a tattoo of the two letters, RD, was permanently on his or her back. She let the police figure it out with a mistake.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Catherine reclined on her bed, the room cloaked in the hush of secrets too long kept. The weight of her untold truths was an invisible burden, pressing on her like an insistent hand. The bond she'd cultivated with Hayden was a lifeline in this sea of concealed emotions. It was a revelation that dawned on her like a spark in the night – she needed someone beyond the confines of Mr. Devan's realm. And so, with a sense of both trepidation and liberation, she turned to her confidant.

she asked again, she hates taking advantages of her friend's like this,but she must if she wants to have some answers on her neverending questions "Yes you do, but because of something...that eventually led you to like it.....but we thought that you hated it because you've lost your memories,it seems that your tongue remembered it well"Catherine told her Catherine Castro, a Doctor who has her own Hospital, along with her, she's also rank as the richest woman in the whole world "I see.... But I always have loved Cheese bread...I don't why? But I felt very weird when I eat it, I felt nice"the two couldn't believe their ears on what she just said and was paired in a smile

The agent asked with a hint of a smirk. "Nah. I can't remember her face. She was pretty plain, I think." Harley leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes to rest. "A plain girl who you remember? That doesn't add up." The agent muttered under his breath, perplexed. He only knew the woman named Catherine, who was now married to the Chavez heir. He had met her; she was clearly stunning. It made sense Harley couldn't get her out of his head. The SUV pulled up in front of a private, detached house.