Catherine Hale Novels & Stories

Maxwell and Clay followed me into our apartment. "This is bad, Lucian. Who asked those people to come? The entire settlement will know. According to law, Scarlett will be relieved of her title, investigated and tried publicly," Maxwell said with rage. The truth was we wanted to sweep the matter under the carpet, but now that the entire settlement would know, it would be impossible. I began to weep because it meant putting Scarlett in seclusion. I carried her into the bathroom to help her shower. She had his scent, but mine was stronger on her. I doubted he slept with her because if he did, his scent should be stronger. I wanted to kill him for conspiring and lying against our mate, but we co

Chapter Seventy One Alexis and Tommy were usher in by an elderly woman in her late fifties, they both sat down and Alexis began to looked around the house, the inside was really furnished to the best, and part of the sitting room was used as Library section. "That is Mr. Benson wife, she was also a Lawyer too, and both retired at the same time, they decided to spent their life in a quiet place, hence why they were here." Tommy explained all together.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Her eyes flicked up briefly, taking in Catherine’s slightly pale face, the tension in her shoulders. “Are you well? You look a bit peaky.” “I’m fine,” Catherine said quickly. “Just warm.” Halen, oblivious, was rummaging in his coat pockets. “Do you ever travel, miss?” he asked. “Into Eldoria?” “No,” Catherine lied. “I’ve never been.” “Well,” Halen said, half-laughing at himself. “My mind plays tricks on me. Too many faces in too many docks. Pay me no mind.” He tapped his temple. “Old sailors think every wave looks like one they’ve seen before.”

That person was the chief of the Hacker Alliance, Catherine, and she remained the only one to achieve this feat. Catherine set down her spoon and leaned gently into Branden's arms. "Don't worry. You'll get what you want," she assured him. She had no intention of revealing her identity as the chief of the Hacker Alliance to Branden. If he knew, he would never allow her to take such risks. The place was dangerous, but since she had managed to go there once and return safely, she was certain she could find a way to do it again. She just couldn't let him know about it.

"How awful. She doesn't look the part, but what a foolish woman—betraying such a good husband and family. I understand your worry, Ms. Carter. I'll help however I can. Just tell me what you need." Anastasia's lips curled into a hidden smirk, victory glinting in her eyes as the hook sank deep. **** Charlotte pressed the doorbell of Marcus Hale's modest rowhouse, the chime piercing the gray afternoon hush. Just two days earlier, the crash had stolen both Marcus, Wendell's loyal driver, and the old man himself, leaving wreckage in its wake. The door inched open, and there stood Sarah Hale, Marcus's widow, her face ashen and drawn, eyes bloodshot from ceaseless crying. Recognition hit her like a

And I noticed that she noticed. Zane appeared at my shoulder. "You're staring." "I'm observing," I said. "There's a differ—" "Don't." Zane was quiet for a moment. "Victor Hale. Ex-MI6. Halo Systems. The man collects information for a living. Has done for ten years, just in different suits." He paused. "Why is he interested in Katia?" "That's what I intend to find out," I said. Across the room Victor Hale was still talking to Katia. She was listening with the polite attention of someone who was present but not engaged. She glanced across the room once — briefly, instinctively — and found me. Our eyes met for less than a second. Then she looked back at Victor.

Something older and more complicated than that. “Catherine Hale,” he says. Nobody speaks. The name sits in the room like something that has been waiting a very long time to be said out loud. And underneath the kitchen island, out of sight, my hands are not entirely steady. Because Catherine Hale is Patricia Hale’s sister. And Patricia Hale signed an NDA with Victor Blackwood six years ago. And this is no longer a conspiracy that started fourteen months ago. This started long before any of us were looking.

I almost cried. Cynthia remained calm while scrolling through the pictures one after another. “This is Mr. Hale’s grandfather, Richard Hale. He is the most important person tonight.” I nodded quickly. “He likes respectful people. Do not argue with him. Do not interrupt him while he speaks.” “Okay.” She moved to the next picture. “This is Dominic’s aunt, Veronica Hale. She enjoys criticizing people, so do not take her words personally.” My eyes widened slightly. “She criticizes people for fun?” “Sometimes.”