Novel & Cerita Catherine Hale

the butler said. Damian dismissed him and continued his work. After a few hours, Amelia woke up from her nap. After sitting up, she notices two girls dressed in a maid uniform, one who looks matured and the other one seems like the same age as her. "You're awake, madam?" The black-haired one said. "Who are you?" Amelia asks. "Oh right. We hadn't introduced ourselves" the brown-haired one said "My name is Helga, young madam. And this one is Maisy. We were chosen to be the young madam's maids" the black-haired one said and pointed at the one beside her.

His tall body and aura after staying in a high position for a long time instantly overwhelmed the short and stout President Hale. “Fine, since you won’t do it until you’re forced to, I’ll make you regret this. Just wait.” President Hale kicked over the chair in front of him and strode out. When he reached the door, Catherine had her head down, so he did not look too closely. Catherine looked at his back. She had seen this man before. He was Gary Hale from the Hale family. The Hale family was barely in the top 20 families in the capital. However, even he could run over to Hill Corporation so arrogantly now. It was clear that Hill Corporation was not what it used to be.

A woman crawled out of the room, naked, wailing for help. Catherine recognized the woman in front of her. It was Helen Miller, the head maid that worked in the mansion. "P-please! Lady Catherine! Save me!" Helen cried out, hurling herself at Catherine's feet, shivering with frigid fear. "Helen..." Catherine hurriedly wrapped her coat around Helen's shoulders. "What in the world..." Alessandro stepped out of the room in nothing but briefs. "H-he forced himself upon me last night!" Helen pointed a finger at him in accusation.

Hansen narrowed his eyes and threatened, "What, do you want me to command you as Alpha again?" With stiff steps, Catherine exited the bedroom. She was to fetch ice for the women who effectively a homewrecker, even though the woman was now comfortably ensconced in her marital bed. That f*cking pair of shameless mutts! Leora cursed under her breath. Catherine shared Leora's sentiment internally, cursing Hansen and Caitlin. As she descended the stairs, she missed a step and instinctively grabbed the nearest potted plant, which tumbled down the stairs with her.

I had finished cleaning the kitchen, under the guidance of Margaret. She was an Omega and an elderly servant, whom to my knowledge, was Hawthorne's most trusted maid. She had decided to help relieve me of some duties and had sent some maids to replace me. “Take a break, Aurora. You will need it.” She said as she gave me a look of pity. She knew, they are knew that I’ve become Killeen’s new sex toy. However, I refused. “Don’t worry. I will take my break, when I clean the Alpha’s room.” I informed her and hesitantly, she nodded and I headed toward Hawthorne's room.

.” Emery sat back and I looked at him and smiled. He had been pale since Nick and Dalton shifted in front of him, but now he looked like he was going to throw up. I looked over at Dalton, “I might not be human? I mean, I’m definitely not a wolf, and I’m for sure not a vampire so what the fuck could I possibly be?” He kept his eyes on the road and sighed but his facial expression looked pained, “I have an idea, but I don’t want to say it until I can confirm it. The night I brought you to my pack house I noticed your name tag and the name LaFlamme was so familiar to me, but I couldn’t pinpoint where I had seen or heard it before,” he looked over at me and grabbed my hand, “There was a woman wh

Performance time, Anya. ​I pulled the door open. The woman standing there was the opposite of Elara. Mrs. Hale was a round, motherly figure in a perfectly starched uniform, with kind eyes and soft, graying hair pulled back in a neat bun. She looked like she should be baking cookies, not overseeing a tyrant’s household. This made her all the more terrifying. The spy would never look like a spy. ​"Mrs. Hale," I whispered, letting my lower lip tremble slightly. "Please, come in."

And Marcus Hale, who knew enough to bury me, was in their hands. The door opened behind me. I didn't turn. I knew the footsteps, the rhythm of her anger, the particular silence before Catherine spoke. "You sent them to Celine's house." Not a question. An accusation, delivered with the precision she used for everything contracts, social events, murder. "To clean up your mess," I said, still facing the window. "Hale was your hire. Your recommendation. Your second cousin through that Marchand branch you never talk about." "And Celine?"

“Mr. Hale, surely you don't expect anyone to believe that absurd lie. You can't suddenly drag a nobody into high society and claim she's Alistair Gance's daughter.” My muscles tensed, ready to fight, but I held back. I had to hold back until the end of this banquet. Unlike the other woman, Cassandra said sharply. “Mrs. Duncan, that's enough. Mr. Hale has no reason to lie. If he says this woman is Alistair's daughter, then I believe he speaks the truth.” Extending her hand toward me, she added. “It's a pleasure to meet you. And you are?” I accepted her handshake. “Scarlett Gance.”

“I’m so sorry she ruined your day.” “She didn’t ruin anything,” Ariana said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. “She just reminded me how lucky I am… to have you, to have Martino, to have this.” She gestured at the party around them, laughing and dancing. “Not what she has.” They danced as the music resumed, guests slowly relaxing. But at the edge of the property, hidden in the shadows, someone was watching. Nicholas Hale. Fugitive. Father of Katherina’s dead baby. Enemy of the Blackwoods.