Catherine Hale Novels & Stories

“Not what— but who.” “Then, who?” Daniel chimed in. “You’ve been fidgeting nonstop.” Ford turned to Catherine. “Is Hailey here? Daniel mentioned you invited her.” She let out a soft laugh. “Ah, you’re looking for Hailey? She just left not long ago, right before you arrived. I even invited her to stay for lunch, but she said she still had somewhere else to be.” Ford’s expression instantly fell. “I see…” Catherine smiled, amused by his reaction. “She was a great help today. We held an assembly for the expecting she-wolves in our clinic, and she assisted me the entire time. She was attentive and very thoughtful in the way she handled everyone.”

“Should I dye my hair pink?” “Nathaniel.” “No, seriously.” I spread my arms. “Is that the requirement? Do I need pink hair?” Mr. Hale's jaw tightened. “You have no right to insert yourself into my business.” My smile disappeared. “Your business?” “Yes. Mine.” Mr. Hale's voice remained calm, but there was steel beneath it. “Whether I'm gay, who I spend time with, and what I do in my personal life has nothing to do with you.” I stared at him.

Mrs Hale stood in the doorway as if she had been there the whole time. Her black dress was buttoned neatly to the throat. Her grey hair was pinned in its usual careful knot. Even her hands were folded in front of her, calm and proper, as though she had come to ask whether they wanted tea. That was what made Elena feel sick. Nothing about her looked like betrayal. Elena stared at her. “You signed it?” Mrs Hale’s eyes moved to the document on the desk. “I notarised it.”

"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.

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.”

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."

“Testify, Catherine. Do the right thing.” Silence. Then, quietly: “I’m sorry for all of it. I know I’ve said it before—” “I know you are,” Selene said. She hung up and called Avalon. He answered immediately. “How bad?” “Not bad.” She looked at the city. “Catherine has emails from Hales, three years old proof of premeditation.” She paused. “She’s going to testify.” Silence on his end. “Avalon.” “I heard you.” His voice was careful. “She’s doing the right thing.”

Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair. But I have to admit, she is hardly as stunning as Lexia. "I don't know...Six days maybe?" I can't remember, because every moment has me on edge. I have never felt this much pain in my life, not knowing where she was. It brought me back to the day she first declined my offer. Or maybe, the day I found out she was fucking her assistant. I've never wanted someone dead so much in my life. "Four days, actually."

He supported my decision to take my time with my decision and clear my head. Few hours earlier : "I made a mistake Thea. Will you forgive your father" my father requests with a shame-filled voice. "Please don't talk like that father" I try to get up from Darius's lap, but he simply pulls me back firmly against him. I guess I have to talk from here itself. I am feeling embarrassed and Darius seems to be comfortable or he simply doesn't care. "Catherine is not my real daughter. I thought you were dead too. I was so depressed. One day after a year I found Catherine and Mary on the footpath begging.