Katarina Stratford Novels & Stories

I frowned impatiently. "He's Katerina's man." "Who's Katerina?" “Former queen of the Campbell Dynasty. Mother of Sibyl in name.”

Occupation: CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy) Allergies: Cats Like/s: Females Dislike/s: Females Fear/s: NA ---------- Name: Caterina Mari Larionova Santelli Age: 26 Birthdate: Agosto 17, 1989 Birthplace: United States of America Origin: Italian-Russian (American by birth) Current City: Upper East State, New York Current Country: United States of America Eye Color: Orange to Blue Irises Hair Color: Light Brown Height: 5'5 ft. Occupation: CEO, Founder; (Women, Children and Youths) WCY Rehabilitation INC.

Emily Warner “Emily, you are here finally. Elizabeth has been looking all- Woah you are crying?” Nathan says as he looks around not knowing what to do, “You know what, let me call Elizabeth.” “Actually Nathan I’ll deal with her. I know why she is crying.” My eyebrows raise as I see Jake smiling at me as he leads me inside, “Her cat- umm- her cat-“ “Is sad, like depressed and there are apparently no cat therapist so I called the-“ I complete Jake’s sentence but Nathan just looked at me with raised eyebrows, not buying my awesome story.

When the elevator stops, I almost run for it in relief, but Charlotte stops me in my tracks, "You are Kathryn Strongheart's daughter, right?" Fuck. I am frozen in the spot. The elevator door closes. I swallow, absolute dread building in my throat. "What?" I ask, turning around to look at her face. Charlotte's features are what I would call severe. She can't be older than thirty. Her brown hair is always pulled tight in a bun at the base of her neck and her high cheekbones give her a kind of haughty, typical judgmental look. "Your last name. It is Dimitri We only knew one Dimitri around here." She says with a brow raise.

“Go on.” Brandon turned the screen toward him. A handful of photographs, grainy with age, flickered across the monitor. A girl — light-brown hair, awkward teenage smile, braces visible in one picture, a canvas in hand in another. “Her name is Katrina Reed,” Brandon continued. “She’s twenty-one now. Adopted at twelve. College freshman. Interests include photography, painting, and — interestingly — she’s involved in supporting LGBTQ rights campaigns at her campus. We haven’t found recent pictures, but these are from a few years back. She’s kept herself under the radar.”

“Good, dear. Why does your hair look like this? I swear, I don’t even remember what color it is anymore,” Kat pursed her lips, knowing that her mother was going to launch into yet another lecture. Her mother didn’t disappoint. “Katerina Vivika Ridley-Forrester, you are twenty-four years old and a law Professor. Please dress as such. You resemble an elderly man in your suits. I know that you think you’re not as pretty as your older sisters but you should try a little harder, at least. If the media ever saw upi like this, they would have a field day,” May referred to her occupation as a leading fashion designer.

As I trudged through the corridors, consumed by my thoughts, I was stopped abruptly by Katarina. “Well, well,” she sneered, her voice like nails scraping across a chalkboard. “If it isn’t the little servant’s daughter, parading around like she belongs here.” I froze, caught off guard by her hostility. Katarina had always been a thorn in my side, but today, her contempt seemed sharper, more venomous than usual. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Tell me, how does it feel to climb the social ladder by cosying up to Chris?” she asked, her voice dripping with malice. “Is that what you do? Trade your dignity for a little bit of attention?”

I had no choice but to brace myself from her approach but while they were taking their time walking so achingly slow, wanting everyone to see how graceful and pretty they are, Nina leaned closer to me to whisper the names of each of the new faces of the Emperor’s Concubines. “That lanky blonde girl, her name is Katrina from the West Kingdom of this Empire. She’s the oldest daughter of them as I heard,” she whispered to me with caution, her eyes on my shoulders to avoid any eye contact with the ladies, “And the little pudgy one is Sera, the youngest daughter of the South Kingdom. I heard she was chosen because all her older sisters are already married and she’s the only one left to offer to t

Right now, I was out of options, so it would be helpful if Dad had a solution for me. “ I do son, But…, you might not like it. It is the only thing I can think of right now, plus it’s going to work.” Dad says “ It doesn’t matter if I like it or not Dad, let me hear it.” I say “ Julia Peyton.” He says and I instantly stand to my feet. “ No way Dad, we’ll look for something else.” I say still standing. Julia Peyton was the daughter to Aaron Peyton. The supposed owner of Peyton Inc. She was a spoilt child who only knew how to party and spend money. Not to mention her numerous scandals with different men, regardless of their marital status.

“Well, mate or not, the woman literally yanked herself down the stairs and murdered her own child just to frame you! What kind of fucked creature does that? Well, I’ll tell you exactly who. It’s Katerina! She is completely sick in the medulla and needs to see a psychiatrist immediately! For all I know, she probably hired those thugs to get you kidnapped. Ugh, why are fated female mates always so entirely out of their minds?”