Catherine Paiz Novels & Stories

Victor never left fingerprints. To the public, he was a symbol of Filipino success. To the elite, he was untouchable. And to anyone who stood in his way, Victor Colitz was the storm before the collapse. Kathleen Jane Pajate was the kind of woman people noticed without understanding why. She carried quiet elegance rather than loud beauty, grace instead of arrogance, and a calm that made crowded rooms feel smaller. Half Japanese and half Filipino, Kathleen had inherited striking features from both worlds—soft porcelain skin, expressive dark eyes, and long black hair that framed a face too refined to be ordinary. Yet what made her unforgettable was not appearance, but the strange gentleness of

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

He glanced at the note. It was an English name, Catherine. He remembered it now. It had been at his mother’s birthday party a few days ago. Catherine had sent someone over to deliver the birthday gift, so he added Catherine as a Facebook friend. He had sent someone to check on Catherine’s background a long time ago. She was already a well-known psychiatrist overseas, despite her young age. It was said that she could be ranked in the top three when it came to this line of work in Australia.

How perfect it would be if he were here on stage. Alas, life isn't without imperfections, Catherine sighed softly. As Blake finished his speech and prepared to mingle with the guests, an astonished cry pierced the air. "Mr. Chavez, you should check this," someone urged urgently. Blake's expression turned rigid, his body tensing. Had his fear come true? "What's going on? Why is Catherine said to be the biological daughter of Abigail's current husband?" "This is too confusing. Is it true?" "There are pictures too. That's Halsey, acting very familiar with Catherine and giving her a bracelet."

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

You are immoral, vulgar, promiscuous and despicable. - Who do you think you are to talk to me like that, your little maid? – Liz said. - Don't offend me by calling me a maid. – Catarina replied without lowering her head. – I don't have a life of privileges like you, but I have character and dignity. Things you don't know about. But you're right, I didn't introduce myself, let me correct that. I'm Catarina, soon to be Mrs. Mellendez, and friend, no friend, sister, of the psychopath from hell. – Catarina put her arm around my waist and held Mel's hand and smiled at her friend.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

“Oh she's a somebody? Never heard of her.” “No. Her acting sucks.” Catherine smirked. “Well, it's a lovely day and I'm leaving. Expect an invitation along with the legal documents for the business one of these days.” She winked at Shawn then she turned on her back and started to walk out but she slowed down when she passed by Faye who was playing on the couch, the girl smiled at her and Catherine smiled back. Catherine glanced at Sandra and shook her head with a smile as she went out. “This can't be fucking happening.” Shawn rubbed both his hands on his face frustratingly. “And Sophie Torres is a model and not an actress!”

he offered, reaching for Catherine's hand in a gesture of comfort as they navigated the bustling mall together. "Thank you," Catherine murmured, a genuine smile flickering across her lips as she found solace in Dario's unwavering support. "You're welcome," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity as they ventured deeper into the different shops. ********** As evening descended, Catherine slipped into a sleek, midnight blue jumpsuit chosen by Dario, its fabric tracing the contours of her transformed figure, now vibrant compared to her previous state of malnourishment. Hayden's admiration for her ensemble and subtle makeup left Catherine curious—how did their maid, with aspirations solely t