Novel & Cerita Catherine Hale

She never meant to become his wife. Aria Hale had only stepped into the marriage registry to deliver her sister’s documents. Yet somehow, she walked out as the legal wife of Leon Mercer—the city’s most ruthless billionaire. One signature. One mistake. One furious husband determined to make her regret it. “You trapped me,” he growls, ice lacing every word. “You’ll pay for this.” But Aria isn’t who he thinks she is. She carries secrets he could never imagine—an identity carefully hidden, a fortune he never suspected, and a strength that refuses to break under his cruelty. He assumes she’s a gold-digger. She lets him believe it. When he insists she stay until the divorce is finalized, she agrees—but only because she has her own plans. And then he notices. The way she never begs. The subtle power in her laughter. The way other men glance at her… and how his chest tightens in ways he can’t explain. By the time the truth comes crashing down—when he finally discovers who she really is—it’s too late. Aria is gone. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. The billionaire married the wrong woman by mistake. And losing her will be his greatest regret.

She accidentally summoned the great Demon King but all she ever wanted was to get rid of her ghosts. “Can I take it back?” She asked, blinking innocently with her soft long eyelashes. “You’ve sealed the contract with the kiss. There’s no going back now.” A smirk played at his plump red lips.

We weren't meant to be together. Werewolves and vampires haven't mated for centuries . His jealousy burned me yet his touch revived me and most importantly , his oceanic blue eyes captivated me, drowning me in his realm . He kept doing things against everything I believed in , so why did I chose to stay ? I can't escape his sharp clutch now .. after all , he just wants a bite . What's the worst that could happen?

"I won't call you mine because you don't belong to me. That doesn’t mean you don't belong with me." After getting abused by her mother for years, Nora didn't think she would ever find peace again. Even worse, in an attempt to escape, her sister ends up getting hurt, requiring an expensive surgery to survive. ~ What better way is there to earn the money than to work for the cold leader of a Mafia organisation? ~ Mateo was distant, cold and ruthless. It's as if emotions were beneath him - as expected from a Mafia Prince. Somehow, Nora managed to capture his attention. Can she break through his tough exterior?

My husband—one of the top elites of Raventon Street, cold and ruthless to his core—keeps a stray orphan girl he rescued from the slums hidden in an apartment. Rowena Fletcher is clean and fragile, like a newborn creature untouched by the world. And somehow, that innocence softens something in Micah Benson—a man who's spent years clawing his way through the brutal wilderness of capital. He thinks this secret game of his goes unnoticed, but I find out anyway. At the Benson family's charity gala, I smash his favorite antique vase in front of everyone. He doesn't even flinch as he simply signals the bodyguards to clean up the mess and then hands me a divorce agreement. "Sign it, Sabrina. The penthouse in Ashbourne City is yours." I burn the divorce agreement—and that's when he finally shows his true colors. He freezes all my accounts and launches a hostile takeover of my gallery. On the night the storm hits, I get a call from the hospital. My sister, Roberta Slater, has been in a car crash—she needs emergency surgery. In the security footage, he stood there, watching coldly. "Sign the papers, or start planning a funeral." I dropped to my knees and slammed my forehead against the floor, blood trailing down my face as I begged, "Micah, please… don't…" A long, flat beep echoed from the other end of the line, slicing through the sound of rain. Then a voice on the line says, "We did everything we could." However, I have gone back in time—to the day I first found out about Rowena. This time, I no longer cry. Instead, I plan my divorce on my own terms. I call Valebrook Bank that same night and begin preparing for a quiet disappearance. But the moment I truly vanish from his world, Micah loses his mind.

After my stepsister, Jennifer Nichols, died in a tragic accident, Julian Asher hated me for ten whole years. He was the youngest star attorney in Vaxton Bay. He was always calm and composed, yet he never once hid his disgust toward me. I gave up everything for him: my education, my family, my friends, even the inheritance I was meant to receive. I stayed by his side through the grueling bar exam and the brutal early days of his career. But all he ever said was, "Miley, if you really want to please me, go ahead and die." The only woman he ever loved in this lifetime was my stepsister. And I realized that far too late. It wasn't until a fire broke out unexpectedly in the courthouse archives and I was trapped upstairs that something changed. Julian ran in to save me. The blaze devoured everything in its path. In the end, he shoved me out of the rubble. The collapsing steel beams crashed down on him. Blood spilled everywhere. Outside the operating room, I fell to my knees, begging the heavens to let him live. Before he died, he left me one final message with the doctor. "Miley, I hope we never meet again in the next life." At his funeral, his mother slapped me hard across the face—again and again. "You're a cursed wretch. Killing Jennifer wasn't enough for you; now you've killed my son too. I never should've agreed to let Julian marry you." His father dragged me to my knees by my hair, forcing me to kneel. "This is all my fault. I was too soft-hearted. Julian saved you three times, and all you ever brought him was misery!" Everyone believed I was the reason Julian died. And deep down, I believed it too. In the end, I slit my wrists and took my own life—only to awaken back in university, at the very moment we was supposed to get engaged. This time, I made a choice. I would not chase after him again. I would step aside and let him be with the one he loved most—my stepsister, Jennifer.

Catherine Hale was wolfless and broken. After her pack was slaughtered, she became a glorified slave to the cruel Crescent Pack. When the Alpha’s son, Ben, publicly humiliated on the mating ceremony night, shattered and numb, Catherine made a deal with the devil. She volunteered to become a spy in the rival Red River Pack. But before then, on that same night and in a moment of vengeful rage, she threw herself at a dangerous stranger in the shadows. She didn’t know he was Alpha Adrian, the same merciless alpha she was sent to destroy. One night of angry, explosive passion changed everything. Now trapped in enemy territory as the official treaty envoy, Catherine is playing the deadliest game of her life. Every touch from Adrian sets her on fire. Every secret she steals makes her question everything. And the more she tries to betray him, the deeper she falls into his bed… and his claim. In a world of blood, betrayal, and war, one thing is certain: Catherine will either return home with the power to destroy the Crescent Pack… or she’ll burn it all down at the side of the ruthless alpha who refuses to let her go.

Winter, 2025. Seattle is shrouded in the cold mist of its endless rainy season. For the sake of a single recommendation letter to Stanford, Catherine Hale—a destitute but proud art student—knocks on the doors of the Highlands Manor to return a restored Song Dynasty porcelain. She intends to leave as quickly as she came, but instead stumbles into the world of William Sterling, the young, enigmatic patriarch of an old and powerful family. Cold, noble, and unfathomable, William draws her into a game of testing and maneuvering that plays out in the cracks between social class and self-esteem. From their first meeting on a rainy night to a silent rescue amidst the vanity fair of high society, Catherine fights to escape a glittering vortex she doesn't belong to, only to find herself falling step by step into William's gentle trap, lingering with the scent of cold cedar. In this rain-soaked city, a forbidden attraction blooms across the divide, unaware that fate has already secretly marked the price of its gifts.

They said I was cursed. Broken. Unworthy of love. I believed them—until the night Alpha Thorne Blackwater looked into my eyes and called me his mate. For one perfect heartbeat, I thought I'd finally found where I belonged. Then he ripped it all away. He rejected me in front of twelve packs, called me a disease, and threw me to the wolves like trash. They hunted me. Broke me. Left me bleeding in a forest where nothing survives. But I didn't die. Something ancient woke up inside me instead—something that feeds on pain, on rage, on every scar he gave me. Now I'm back, and I'm not the weak little wolf he destroyed. I'm the nightmare he created. Thorne wants me back? He can beg. He can crawl. He can suffer the way I did. And maybe—just maybe—I'll let him live long enough to regret ever letting me go.

"Marry him, Valentina. Or watch Klaus bleed out on this floor." My father's words were ice in my veins. I had defied Don Moretti a hundred times his cold eyes, his iron grip on everything I loved. But this time, Klaus was on his knees with a gun to his head, and love was no longer a luxury I could afford. Valentina Greco is fierce, reckless and unapologetically herself the rebellious daughter of a powerful mafia boss who wants nothing more than to choose her own fate. But fate in the mafia world is rarely yours to choose. Don Luca Moretti is ruthless, commanding and dangerously possessive. He wants Valentina and what the Don wants, he takes. I saved Klaus the only way I could. I married his enemy. I shared his bed. And I carried a secret that could burn everything to the ground because the son Moretti calls his own has another man's blood running through his veins. For years I've buried it. Survived it. Then Klaus returned powerful, dangerous and hungry to reclaim what was stolen from him. Now I'm caught between the Don who owns my name and the man who owns my heart. How long before one of them discovers the truth about Viktor?