Catherine Parr Novels & Stories

"Dad, I know a secret about the Harringtons. The boss behind Infinity Realm is Matthew Harrington. He's not as weak as they pretend. Harrington Family is deceiving the public! If exposed, they will face severe criticism!" *Smack!* Catherine's face received a direct slap. She looked at her father in disbelief. Wasn't this the father who had always spoiled her since childhood? "Catherine, if what you're saying is true, then we mustn't provoke the Harrington Family even more. Tonight, I'll send you abroad. Keeping you in the country will only lead to more mistakes. I don't want our whole Family to be ruined because of you!" Catherine's long-standing anger was instantly ignited.

Yara Pov Catherine strode towards us, her eyes staring fixedly at the ladies. She was dressed to the nines, like she was going to a presidential dinner. “Catherine, I thought you said you wouldn’t be coming?” Catherine finally stopped in front of us. She rolled her eyes at the ladies, her lips pouting in anger. “Who wants to come to this shitty party?! Darn it!” she gritted her teeth, her chest heaving. “It’s all my father’s fault. He kept forcing me to come to this dirty place.”

Mrs Bradford would be able to enter without difficulty. Clearly, somewhere within the vast, complicated chain of instructions, Vance’s arrangement had failed. Or perhaps, in a room like this—where clothes, names, and visible status mattered more than truth—the guards simply did not believe that a woman with no gown, no diamonds, and no obvious display of wealth could possibly be the elusive Mrs Bradford. A deliberate snort of laughter came from behind her. Catherine approached, surrounded by the same group of young heirs and socialites. When she reached the door, she opened her clutch with graceful ease and withdrew a gold-embossed paper invitation.

Just as he lifted his hand again, Mom hurried forward and covered Tanya's mouth. "What nonsense are you spouting? Irene just went abroad. She isn't dead! She asked Jason to look after Faye purely out of concern for a family member. As for the marriage alliance, of course it will wait until Irene returns and marries into the family. Why are you meddling in this?" Tanya's face turned deathly pale. "W-What?" I watched her expression with a small, satisfied smile. Who said a first love had to be dead? During the years when my paranoia was at its worst, I lived in constant fear, terrified that the real heiress would appear and use her looks to rally allies against me. A dead first love held great

“Father, when are you going to let me have a turn with her? She’s been here half a year and I’ve only gotten to watch.” Brian lifted his boot just enough for me to breathe. “Patience, boy. She’s still useful as a warning. Break her too fast and the fun ends.” I kept my eyes on the floor. The blood smelled like rust and fear. My own blood joined it from my cracked knuckles. Catherine Hale. Daughter of Alpha Declan. Last living thing from Ashen Ridge. Now just a rag in their hands. Ben’s boots stopped beside me. I saw the shine of them inches from my face. “Look at me.”

"Catherine Cross is currently living as Catherine Whitmore. Philanthropist. Socialite. Board member of seven charities. Donor to hospitals, museums, children's organizations." "She hides behind charity work?" "Not just hides. Uses it. The charities are fronts. Money laundering operations. Donations come in, get cleaned, flow to Covenant operations. It's brilliant. No one questions a charity. Especially one run by someone so respectable." He showed me more photos. Catherine at galas. Shaking hands with politicians. Receiving humanitarian awards. "She's fifty-eight. Never married. No children. Lives in a penthouse on Fifth Avenue. Estimated net worth: three hundred million dollars. All clean o

"Catherine Vale." "Catherine Vale." He said my name like he was tasting it, rolling it on his tongue. His thumb stroked the inside of my wrist, right over my pulse point, and I knew he could feel how fast my heart was racing. "Tell me, Catherine Vale, what kind of fool lets a woman like you run?" A woman like you? Not a woman like me. He must be mistaken. Women like me didn't get looked at like this. We got pity, disgust, and tolerance at best.

said Catherine with a serious tone . The look in her eyes rose the curiosity in Damien and he looked at her with a curious expression . " Something that I don't know ? " said king Damien curious . " I was a royal consort and Charlotte is indeed a princess by blood but she never got to live as one . " said Catherine with a sincere tone . " What do you mean by ' she never got to live as one ' ? " said king Damien surprised .

“What is it with you British people with your chivalry over a woman like her?” “Well, you clearly don’t know me, and you don’t know anything about Harry, as well. I like her just the way she is. She might not have money, family, or something that you have right now, but she definitely has us. I and Keene are her family. So listen to me very carefully, woman. While the London bridge still stands, you don’t get a chance to lay a finger or dig your claws into her again, do you understand me? You already got what you wanted, so stay the bloody hell off!”

Norah says excitedly. "Keep your voice down. You're going to get us fired," I scold. Everything about my job is pretentious. Its not everyday a mess like me gets to work at a place like this, and I have to work extra hard to be just as fake and uptight as everyone else. Norah doesn’t really try. She’s a little reckless, but in a childish and innocent way. I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble.