Novel & Cerita Catherine Paiz

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

So far today, all I've managed to do is stare at my computer screen with all our inventory. I've even read the note about a thousand times trying to reveal the sender. Why am I so frustrated? I can't concentrate on anything to do with work. It's a good job I have my assistant Maisie here to serve the customers and keep things ticking over. Surely the mystery sender should know what sending this would do to me? Why send it to me and not Charlotte's parents or even the Police?

The next morning, Ana lounged in the living room, munching on popcorn while Zara massaged her feet. She watched as Catherine, always the attention-seeker, prepared an extravagant breakfast. As usual, Catherine had invited almost the entire Pierce family for a feast without bothering to inform anyone beforehand. It was such a Catherine thing to do—spontaneous, inconsiderate, and utterly exhausting for everyone else involved.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“How so?” Mr. Buckly took a deep breath and looked at Mr. Zane. He cleared his throat and took over. “Ms. Catherine has no connection to Mr. Adam, Mr. Devan, or Mr. Elio. We looked through her files and they say that she was in the military and she served for a few years then was sent back from the war in Afghanistan. It is likely that her lawyers will play on the fact that she is a veteran and that this is a first offense, even if it was a serious one. They might also claim that she is suffering from PTSD. That might hold but we don’t know how the judge will take it.”

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

Read it again and delete it if you don't like it. Thinking for a moment, she typed a long paragraph. “Hello, Big Brother. I'm Catherine. Have you slept? I'm so happy today... Damned! Delete, delete now. She threw the phone to the side sullenly, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had progressed backwards. At this age of soul, but still as frantic as a schoolgirl, she doesn't even know how to text. Catherine was depressed in thinking, just afraid of rushing too much and making Harris feel that he was too easy. But if there is no action, it will unfortunately make him not remember who she was. So how could she do it?

Continuously I bang my hair upon my table as my troubles get the best of me, each time I try to gather myself Catherine's story fills me with so much sorrow and anger at the same time. "Some people are just born *ssh*les," I tell myself, gritting my teeth in disgust. "Let's first find out who this man is." I waste no time as I grab my laptop to discover who this man is. With Catherine's look and wealth, there's no way she's not on the internet. My fingers dance on the keyboard as I type the name "Catherine…" In less than a second, her name pops up at the top of the search. d*mn, I knew she was famous but I didn't think she was that famous. "Catherine Bonnethe… C.E.O of B-faire cosmetics."

"I remember what you did to Mel's family, and I didn't help her break you completely only because she caught you here and not in Bellwood. You've hurt very good people. You're immoral, vulgar, promiscuous, and despicable." "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, you little servant?" Liz spat. "Don't insult me by calling me a servant," Catherine shot back without lowering her head. "I may not have a privileged life like yours, but I have character and dignity. Things you know nothing about. But you're right, I haven't introduced myself, let me correct that. I'm Catherine, soon to be Mrs. Miller, and friend - no, sister - of this hell's psychopath." Catherine put her arm around my w