Catherine Hale Novels & Stories

she said, her voice smooth as silk with a steel edge. Isabella blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. “Decision? I don’t know what you mean.” With a slow, deliberate motion, Madam Hale rested her cane against the arm of a chair and gestured for Isabella to take a seat. She remained standing, her gaze sharp and unyielding as she crossed her arms in front of her. “Why,” she said, her voice low and calm, “did you allow that despicable, scheming, cunning, ungrateful woman into my grandson’s apartment?”

"Is that significant?" "To people in this room?" She smiled slightly. "Enormously." She extended her hand. "Catherine Hale." The name hit me like cold water. Hale. I shook her hand with fingers that I willed to stay steady. "Lena." "Just Lena?" "For now," I said. She looked at me a moment longer — assessing,filing. The same thing everyone in this room did, but sharper. "Enjoy the evening," she said, and moved on. I stood very still after she left.

“You don’t honestly think Mother would cut me off from Hale Industries?” “Margot Hale is a powerful woman.”

CLARK I had known something was wrong about Sarah Hale's death for about two years. I hadn’t known anything specific though. I hadn't known about the compound, the physician's notes, or Franklin Adler. What I had known waa that there was a gap. During my early research into Richard Hale, research I had done after I reached out to Victoria, I came across a payment made shortly before Sarah's death to a private medical firm that no longer existed by the time I found the record.

The good girl, the golden girl of New York high society, was in a lion's den that didn't fit the deception Enzo gave me three nights ago. “Grace Hale, daughter of Mayor Hale’s youngest daughter. Twenty-four years old, a cello artist. She is quite popular in the world of cello. A prodigy. There is nothing to find out. She is the definition of a good girl.” Enzo said. Soon after, one of our bouncers followed her path. Well, now that was interesting. Four days ago Miss Hale was laughing in the middle of one of the busiest streets, and now another one was following her.

Alexander didn’t notice the tremor that had gone through Roman at the mention of the name Catherine. He just kept talking, lost in the past. "Later, Catherine gave birth to a beautiful girl—Evelyn. It was a happy time. Until we found out that rat Richard had a mistress who was pregnant at the same time. She gave birth to Maya just days after Evelyn. Although we told her to leave that scumbag Richard, she insisted on staying with him, claiming that despite having a mistress, he treated her well.”

Anna’s voice came through the call sounding annoyed and irritated. Melissa rolled her eyes and let out a crazy and wicked laugh that sounded like she had found a treasure. "It’s better than I thought. I was at L'Éclat today, and Katherine Hale, the Hale matriarch was there as well. I heard her talking to her friend. She said that Christian Miller isn't just dating anyone. He’s engaged to the Hale heiress. The real E.H. The crown jewel of the Hale dynasty!" "Are you trying to mock me? You know how much I love Christian! Are you mocking me by telling me about his engagement to another woman?!" Anna snapped, shaking with fury.

I stood up, using my height to crowd the space, forcing Conrad to take a half-step back. "Let’s not get emotional," I said, smoothing the lapels of my jacket. "Sarah Hale is a brilliant woman. She’s a corporate strategist who has generated millions in revenue for the agricultural and economic sectors this fiscal year alone. She doesn't go around looking for petty drama, and she certainly doesn't waste her time digging dirt on your wives without being severely provoked." "Provoked?" Marcus scoffed, though he shrank back into his chair. "She went into a private room at The Pierre and cased a scene."

Walden asked, his heart hanging in his throat. "Celia Hale married the current president, Zander, 18 years ago. She's from the capital and her old name is Celia Lea. Before Zander, she had a seven-year marriage in Texas..." Callan paused. "Dad, do you want me to go on?" At the other end of the phone, Walden was petrified. Celia Lea, Texas, and a seven-year marriage. Who else could it be if not him? "Okay, I, I got it. Thank you!" Walden tried his best to keep calm and hung up the phone.