Catherine Tramell Novels & Stories

the girl said and wiped the spills of the soup from her cup ramen. "I don't have time for your insults, Tamara," Damian says with a straight face. "God, what is it?" Tamara says while blowing the steam off her cup ramen. "Do you know of a patient here who just left named Amelia?" Tamara froze and looked at Damian with suspicion in her eyes. "And why would you want to know?" she said with her eyes squinting. "There's no need to ask, just tell me if she was here or not. And the reason" Damian demanded, now slightly irritated. His eyebrows slight furrows and he had a cold air around him.

And smiling, like this was exactly where she wanted to be. "You brought me here." Tamara rose slowly to her feet, bracing herself. "That was the idea." Catherine glanced around at the twisted trees and the black sky, and then she laughed. Not nervously, not the laugh of someone trying to hide fear. She laughed like she'd just been handed a gift she'd been waiting a long time for. Tamara's expression shifted, wary now. "You seem awfully happy for someone who's trapped." "Trapped?" Catherine turned her attention fully onto her. "Oh, darling." She took one slow, deliberate step toward us. "You trapped yourself."

I answer it. The woman on the step is somewhere in her late thirties, well-dressed, with the careful posture of someone who practiced what to say on the drive over and is now reconsidering it. She looks familiar in a way I can't immediately place. "Mrs. Laurent?" she says. "I'm Catherine Rothwell. James's wife." James. From the office. The one who diffused Marcus on my first day. "We need to talk," Catherine says. "About Dominic's ex-fiancée. About Isabelle." She holds my gaze. "She's back. And she knows about your arrangement.”

Cassie smiled to herself. The driver opened the door and helped each of them out of the carriage then unloaded the luggage. They were met by the door man and the butler. "Master Nathan regents that he can not greet you right now, I have been asked to show you to your rooms. He will meet you at dinner this evening," the Butler said. Marcella was appalled that he was being rude. Victor just nodded. Cassie's mind was on what he had said. Dinner, what did he mean by that. They never ate human food. Well not her parents anyway. Maybe there were other guest already here. Her parents were taken to one part of the huge mansion while Cassie was taken to another. Her luggage was brought up Cassie look

****** The Celebration Commences Amelia surveyed the room, her eyes landing on the bride. Catherine was at the heart of the crowd, radiant in a cream-hued evening gown that accentuated her curves. Her golden hair was styled flawlessly, a delicate tiara perched atop her head. She radiated elegance and allure, effortlessly captivating everyone in her vicinity. However, when their eyes met, Catherine’s composed demeanor faltered slightly. For a fleeting moment, a hint of irritation crossed her face, quickly replaced by a saccharine grin.

CATALINA Catherine sighed as she closed the document and threw it back on the table. She took her phone out of her pocket, calling someone. “Hey, honey.” She called Mr. Yu. “About Mr. Marcellos. It's sorted out.” She said with a wide smile. Why is she so happy that I'm not connected with Dante anymore? She put down her phone and strode to me. She held my arms, caressing them gently, and that gesture didn't warm me, but it gave me shivers. Her gleaming face was like she had something on her mind that I didn't like.

Catherine didn't know what the other person was planning next. After all, stepping into the US show, it's not good to boast about your identity. All the big shots in the cultural world came to record, and the Cromwell family's adopted daughter had a natural advantage. After all, not everyone can touch cultural relics, and she is a restorer and inheritor. Catherine was indeed a bit worried that Amelia wouldn't be able to handle it. "Ms. Cromwell, do you want to check out these artifacts information in advance?"

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?

"No ma, the boss commands that is should stay with you as long as you are in this room, I have to watch you" "What about my privacy? Is that not valid? I want to talk to Travis" Catherine goes to the door to open it when the maid says "I'm sorry but you can't go out there too, the boss commanded and if I let you go out I would be fired please ma" She pleaded almost going down on her knees Catherine notices and stops "Okay I'd wait for the time he'd come here" Catherine replied, sitting down on the bed as the maid stood there. "Let Travis come quick, please!! I need to leave this place now!" She muttered silently, massaging her forehead slowly as she could feel her head spin. She took the tra

Immediately, his attention got drawn to her, and his anger slowly subsided as he stared at her glossy skin, slender eyebrows, velvety eyelashes, and ebony-black hair. “I don’t think my grandmother is paying you to assault the elderly.” The lady soothingly said while approaching Rome, Mr. Miller, and the guard. “Miss Catherine,” The guard said in fear as the baton dropped from his hand to the ground. In annoyance, she rolled her eyes before walking past him. Then she stopped when she got closer to Mr. Miller. “Hello, I am Catherine. The youngest granddaughter of the Balow household, and I sincerely apologize for what our security guard did. Please give me your account number so that I can be