Catherine Parr Six Novels & Stories

I swallowed hard and followed Zane’s lead, my hand brushing against his arm as we sat across from her. “Zane,” Catherine began, her voice syrupy but her eyes full of knives. “And the mistress.” My jaw clenched. Zane’s hand slid over mine, a silent warning to stay calm. “Catherine,” he said evenly, “you wanted to speak with us.” Her gaze cut to me. “I wanted to see for myself the little parasite clinging to my son’s marriage. Tell me, Amara, how does it feel to ruin the most sacred vow a woman can make?”

Chloe said with a tear-stained face. "I'm no fool, and I wouldn't allow myself to get treated as such! I have taken enough of your nonsense, but this… this is enough nonsense that I can handle!" Catherine lashed out, slightly laughing out her frustration. "You must be crazy to think that I would want to do something that sickening, and the fact that you even thought about it means that you are paranoid and your mind is a mess." "Paranoid! A mess! Okay!" Not giving Chloe the chance to react, Catherine raised her hand, released another vicious slap in Chloe's ear, and angrily uttered, "How is this for paranoid!"

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

"He was born in Jordan County, way up in the mountains. Poor area. Walked ten miles to school. Six years ago, Catherine visited on a charity trip. She spotted his talent, sponsored his education. Later, he was spotted by a pharmaceutical company working a summer job. Now, he's one of their highest paid models. He's been helping Catherine ever since she became a shareholder in Paragon Technologies." "She brought him up," I muttered. "She trusted him. She never asked me for anything, but she would never lie about him." Derek nodded carefully. "Paragon Technologies won't hold. The shareholders won't stand behind Catherine for long. She knows nothing about that industry." "True." I leaned back,

She might have a fit of hysterics if she saw the other three men too close. He rode up to the coach, curious to see whether the woman inside matched his memory. He'd seen her once before from a window overlooking the gardens when he'd visited her uncle. She'd been kneeling in the flowerbeds, her dress soiled as she weeded. A job more suited to a servant than a lady of quality. He'd been ready to dismiss her from his mind when she'd turned and glanced about the garden, a smudge of dirt on the tip of her upturned nose. A butterfly from a nearby flower had fluttered above her head. She hadn't noticed it, even as it settled on her long, coiling auburn hair. Something in his chest gave a funny li

Later that night, Catherine got into the club without bothering to wait for her friends again and drank till she could drink no more. * (PRESENT) Catherine hit her fists on the floor in self-disgust. She wouldn't blame Raven if he came to kill her—she felt like she deserved it for being so stupid and greedy to have sold-off her friend. Somebody opened the cell door and walked inside. Catherine looked up in fear at the figure. It wasn't Raven but a new guy who had the same Scorpion tatoo on his palm. He threw a loaf of cheese bread and a bottle of water to her and ordered: “Eat! Raven wants to see you.“

“Catherine is a wonderful conversationalist.” “To you,” Trevor stressed with annoyance as he poured champagne in their glasses. “Just once I’d like to see that woman let her hair down. And breast implants and ass injections wouldn’t hurt her one bit.” Christopher chuckled as Selena shook her head. Trevor filled his glass to the hilt. “Now, which one was she?” Selena asked. “We didn’t get to speak with her tonight,” Christopher said. “You didn’t meet her.” “But for future reference, Catherine is a lawyer who has short blonde hair, a flat ass, and no chest to speak of, not even small lumps. She has thin lips, but pretty blue eyes.”

The door opened. Catherine looked out, scanning the hallway. "Is someone there?" Silence. She wheeled back inside. "It's nothing." Her voice was muffled now. "Just finish this in three days. I don't care how. Sterling Group and Adrian cannot be damaged permanently.” Arabella didn't remember walking back to her room. Her legs felt numb. Her mind blank. Catherine could walk. How long had she been able to walk? The doctors had said it was permanent. Spinal damage. Irreversible.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Catherine reclined on her bed, the room cloaked in the hush of secrets too long kept. The weight of her untold truths was an invisible burden, pressing on her like an insistent hand. The bond she'd cultivated with Hayden was a lifeline in this sea of concealed emotions. It was a revelation that dawned on her like a spark in the night – she needed someone beyond the confines of Mr. Devan's realm. And so, with a sense of both trepidation and liberation, she turned to her confidant.

Chapter 62 After Six Years Rowan Nightshade. "Sir!" Catherine burst into my office like a whirlwind, wide-eyed and in shock, surprising both Daniel and I. "Catherine..." I started. "Whatever it is that brought you in here again, I hope it is worth it... Or so help me God—" "It's about Elara Winterfell."