Catherine Hale Novels & Stories

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.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

I have always been reminiscing about her since I saw Kate. Melissa’s POV Since Mary has no family, I am in charge of all the preparations for the burial. I have already built her headstone: “ Rest in peace Mary Adele White (1954-2021).” The parish priest of her the Methodist Church would conduct the burial. Kate’s POV The whole week was hectic for me and Melissa. We have been making preparations for the burial on Friday. I personally paid a visit to the cemetery where she will be laid. On that Friday, I cried my heart out. The whole detectives from the county PD, agent Tom, Stanley and Dr Amanda were there.

Yessica said. "Yes." "And she's still thinking about meeting Harrison." "Also yes." She set down the manuscript entirely. "I think she's going to say yes." "So do I." Lewis looked at the phone. "Catherine spent forty years building traps. Some of them are cages, and some of them turn out to be doors. I'm not sure even she always knew which was which." His phone buzzed. A text from Regina. On my way. Ethan asked if he could show me his room. Is that still okay?

She looked at the time on the kitchen clock. Nine forty-seven. Two hours and thirteen minutes. “Mr. Hale,” she said. “I am not going to give you a quote tonight. But I want you to understand one thing before you publish.” She paused. “The person who started this investigation was not me. It was a woman named Helena Calloway. She was a biochemist’s widow who spent the last year of her life pursuing the truth about stolen research and was killed for getting close to it.” She paused. “Her name needs to be in the first paragraph. Not in a list at the end. The first paragraph.”

**Victoria Hale. One of Carter Holdings' oldest legal advisors. The woman Elena's mother trusted more than anyone else and suddenly... Elena understood one terrifying truth… Marcus had never been acting alone.

Her cousin, Noah Reese, who was sitting beside her, frowned slightly. Alison nodded. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she said, "Yes. I'll talk to him." "Great, great. With Mr. Hale stepping in, I'm sure everything will work out." Alison and Noah stepped out into the hallway. The office door swung shut behind them, but not all the way. From the gap, they heard Stanley's assistant's hushed voice. "Dr. Lowell, what did you just call her?" "You don't know who she is?" Stanley lowered his voice. "That's Mrs. Hale, the eldest daughter-in-law of the Hale family. She's Mr. Erik Hale's wife."

The gunshot echoed through the museum. The world seemed to stop. Amelia felt Catherine’s body jerk violently in her arms. Then Catherine collapsed. Blood spread across her coat. And Jonathan Hale’s horrified expression made one thing painfully clear. He hadn’t ordered the shot. Someone else had. Someone who wanted them all dead.